The Works of the English Poets: WattsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... happy man ! whofe foul , and guiltless breast , Are well prepar'd to lodge th ' Almighty gueft ! ' Tis He that lends thy towering thoughts their wing , And tunes thy lyre , when thou attempt'st to fing : He to thy foul lets - in ...
... happy man ! whofe foul , and guiltless breast , Are well prepar'd to lodge th ' Almighty gueft ! ' Tis He that lends thy towering thoughts their wing , And tunes thy lyre , when thou attempt'st to fing : He to thy foul lets - in ...
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... happy pair , who join'd their fongs To the loud echo's of th ' angelic choirs , And fill'd with blifsful hymns , terreftrial heaven , The paradife of God where all delights Abounded , and the pure ambrofial air , Fann'd by mild zephyrs ...
... happy pair , who join'd their fongs To the loud echo's of th ' angelic choirs , And fill'd with blifsful hymns , terreftrial heaven , The paradife of God where all delights Abounded , and the pure ambrofial air , Fann'd by mild zephyrs ...
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... happy fate Of idiots ! and perhaps in vain you ' ll with , You'd been as very fools as once you thought ' Others , for the fublimeft wifdom scorn'd ; When pointed lightnings from the wrathful Judge Shall finge your blighted laurels ...
... happy fate Of idiots ! and perhaps in vain you ' ll with , You'd been as very fools as once you thought ' Others , for the fublimeft wifdom scorn'd ; When pointed lightnings from the wrathful Judge Shall finge your blighted laurels ...
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... happy beings rove , And taste the fweets of mufic and of love . But when the fofter fcenes of life you paint , And join the beauteous virgin to the faint , When you defcribe how few the happy pairs , Whofe hearts untied foften all their ...
... happy beings rove , And taste the fweets of mufic and of love . But when the fofter fcenes of life you paint , And join the beauteous virgin to the faint , When you defcribe how few the happy pairs , Whofe hearts untied foften all their ...
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... happy talent were employed in dreffing the fcenes of religion in their proper figures of majesty , sweetness , and terror ! The wonders of creating power , of redeeming love , and renewing grace , ought not to be thus impiously ...
... happy talent were employed in dreffing the fcenes of religion in their proper figures of majesty , sweetness , and terror ! The wonders of creating power , of redeeming love , and renewing grace , ought not to be thus impiously ...
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Страница 348 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Страница 368 - Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ; Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide ; All without thy care, or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.
Страница 367 - A SUMMER EVENING. How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run ! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain ; But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best ; He paints the...
Страница 368 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Страница 328 - How great his power is, none can tell, Nor think how large his grace ; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face.
Страница 362 - If we had been ducks we might dabble in mud ; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood ; So foul and so fierce are their natures : But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures.
Страница 163 - Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too! From sin and dust, to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High.
Страница 338 - I lie ; Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt.
Страница 359 - To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Страница 100 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.