The Works of the English Poets: WattsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... feel , While , WATTS , to thy celeftial strain , Surpriz'd , I liften still . The gliding ftreams their courfe forbear , When I thy lays repeat ; The bending forest lends an ear ; The birds their notes forget . With fuch a graceful ...
... feel , While , WATTS , to thy celeftial strain , Surpriz'd , I liften still . The gliding ftreams their courfe forbear , When I thy lays repeat ; The bending forest lends an ear ; The birds their notes forget . With fuch a graceful ...
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... divine work : others can feel no motive fo powerful as that which applies itself to their ingenuity , and their polifhed imagination . Now I thought it lawful to take hold of any . any handle of the foul , to lead it PREFACE . 31.
... divine work : others can feel no motive fo powerful as that which applies itself to their ingenuity , and their polifhed imagination . Now I thought it lawful to take hold of any . any handle of the foul , to lead it PREFACE . 31.
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... To give the nations death . But when he taftes her Saviour's love , And feels the rapture ftrong , Scarce the divinest harp above Aims at a fweeter fong . DIVINE DIVINE JUDGMENT S. от NOT from the duft my forrows LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 41.
... To give the nations death . But when he taftes her Saviour's love , And feels the rapture ftrong , Scarce the divinest harp above Aims at a fweeter fong . DIVINE DIVINE JUDGMENT S. от NOT from the duft my forrows LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 41.
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... feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above Is but to fee his face . Why move my years in flow delay ? O God of ages ! why ? Let the spheres cleave , and mark my way To the superior sky . Dear Sovereign , break these ...
... feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above Is but to fee his face . Why move my years in flow delay ? O God of ages ! why ? Let the spheres cleave , and mark my way To the superior sky . Dear Sovereign , break these ...
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... feel the balm that heals my wounds , And all my powers adore the grace . j A HYMN of PRAISE for three great Salvations . VIZ . 1. From the Spanish Invafion , 1588 . 2. From the Gun - powder Plot , Nov. 5 . 3. From Popery and Slavery by ...
... feel the balm that heals my wounds , And all my powers adore the grace . j A HYMN of PRAISE for three great Salvations . VIZ . 1. From the Spanish Invafion , 1588 . 2. From the Gun - powder Plot , Nov. 5 . 3. From Popery and Slavery by ...
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Страница 333 - The goodnefs of the Lord ; But fruits of life and glory grow In thy moft holy word. Here are my choiceft treafures hid, Here my beft comfort lies ; Here my defires are fatisfy'd, And hence my hopes arife. Lord, make me underftand thy law ; Shew what my thoughts have been
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Страница 366 - without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well fupply'd. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven he defcended, And became a child like thee
Страница 360 - doves in a large open cage, When they play all in love, without anger or rage, How much may we learn from the fight! If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud ; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood ; So foul and fo fierce are their natures
Страница 328 - with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath ! 'Tis on his earth I ftand or move, And 'tis his air I breathe. His hand is my perpetual guard; He keeps me with his eye
Страница 330 - and fteal; Lord, I am taught thy name to fear, And do thy holy will.. Are thefe thy favours day by day To me above the reft ? Then let me love Thee more than they, And try to ferve thee