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... ev'ry grace of ev'ry Mufe is thine . } BRITANNICUS , VOL..V .. EDINBURG : AT THE Apollo Prefs , BY THE MARTINS . Anno 1782 . B428 V.63-6 POETICAL WORKS OF ISAAC WATTS , D. D. THE To her Majefty,
... ev'ry grace of ev'ry Mufe is thine . } BRITANNICUS , VOL..V .. EDINBURG : AT THE Apollo Prefs , BY THE MARTINS . Anno 1782 . B428 V.63-6 POETICAL WORKS OF ISAAC WATTS , D. D. THE To her Majefty,
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... Ev'n whilst imprison'd in this mortal clay . By Death's grim afpect thou art not alarm'd ; He for thy fake has Death itself difarm'd : Nor fhall the grave o'er thee a vict❜ry boast ; Her triumph in thy rifing fhall be lost , When thou ...
... Ev'n whilst imprison'd in this mortal clay . By Death's grim afpect thou art not alarm'd ; He for thy fake has Death itself difarm'd : Nor fhall the grave o'er thee a vict❜ry boast ; Her triumph in thy rifing fhall be lost , When thou ...
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... ev'ry idol bafely bow And curse the Deity the once ador'd , Erecting trophies to each fordid vice , And celebrating the infernal praise Of haughty Lucifer , the defp'rate foe Of God and man , and winning ev'ry hour New votaries to hell ...
... ev'ry idol bafely bow And curse the Deity the once ador'd , Erecting trophies to each fordid vice , And celebrating the infernal praise Of haughty Lucifer , the defp'rate foe Of God and man , and winning ev'ry hour New votaries to hell ...
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... ev'ry nobler genius tune his voice To fubjects worthy of their tow'ring thoughts : Let Heav'n and Anna then your tuneful art Improve , and confecrate your deathless lays To him who reigns above and her who rules below . 114 April 17 ...
... ev'ry nobler genius tune his voice To fubjects worthy of their tow'ring thoughts : Let Heav'n and Anna then your tuneful art Improve , and confecrate your deathless lays To him who reigns above and her who rules below . 114 April 17 ...
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... ev'ry grace of ev'ry Mufe is thine . Milton , immortal bard ! divinely bright , Conduas his fav'rite to the realms of light , Where Raphael's lyre charms the celestial throng , Delighted cherubs lift'ning to the fong : From blifs to ...
... ev'ry grace of ev'ry Mufe is thine . Milton , immortal bard ! divinely bright , Conduas his fav'rite to the realms of light , Where Raphael's lyre charms the celestial throng , Delighted cherubs lift'ning to the fong : From blifs to ...
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aftra angels Behold beneath blefs blefs'd blifs breaſt breath bright celeftial charms command darkneſs dear death defcending defign defire delight divine duft dwell earth eternal ev'ry everlaſting eyes facred faints fair falute fame fcenes feas fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhould fight filence fing fkies flame fleſh fmiles fome fong forrows foul fov'reign ftand ftill ftreams ftrong fuch fweet fwell glory grace happy heart heav'n heav'nly honours immortal ISAAC WATTS Jefus joys juft King light Lord mind mortal moſt mourn Mufe Muſe muſt numbers o'er paffions pain pleaſe pleaſure pow'rs praiſe purſue reaſon reft reigns rife roll round rove ſcenes ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky ſmile ſong ſpeak ſpheres ſpirit ſpread ſprings ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tears terrour thee thefe theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thro throne thunder tongue whofe whoſe wings wondrous
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103. oldal - 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.
128. oldal - And shed a sweet perfume. Here I put off the chains of death My soul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to wet my urn ; Raphael, behold me all...
109. oldal - Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too ; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue — Here's joyful work for you.
xxxi. oldal - The best of them sinks below the idea which I form of a divine or moral ode. He that deals in the mysteries of Heaven, or of the Muses, should be a genius of no vulgar mould...
96. oldal - And thine, my Mitio, (the fair saint replies.) Life, death, the world below, and worlds on high, And place, and time, are ours; and things to come, And past, and present, for our interest stands Firm in our mystic head, the title sure.
xxvii. oldal - Poland, would need no excuse, did they but rise to the beauty of the original. I have often taken the freedom to add ten or twenty lines, or to leave out as many, that I might suit my song more to my own design, or because I saw it impossible to present the force, the fineness, and the fire of his expression in our language.
106. oldal - Thoughts like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings, And the smart twinges, when the eye beholds the Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance Rolling afore Him.
xxix. oldal - I ever affect archaisms, exoticisms, and a quaint uncouthness of speech, in order to become perfectly Miltonian. It is my opinion that blank verse may be written with all due elevation of thought in a modern...
51. oldal - Chained to His throne a volume lies, With all the fates of men; With every angel's form and size, Drawn by th
xvii. oldal - Boileau's objection, from other poets of his own country. What a noble use have Racine and Corneille made of Christian subjects, in some of their best tragedies ! What a variety of divine scenes are displayed, and pious passions awakened in those poems. The martyrdom of Polyeucte, how doth it reign over our love and pity, and at the same time animate our zeal and devotion...