Bell's Edition, 63-64. kötetJ. Bell, 1782 |
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33. oldal
... o'er thee a vict❜ry boast ; Her triumph in thy rifing fhall be lost , When thou shalt join th ' angelick choirs above In never - ending fongs of praife and love . I 2 18 EUSEBIA . To Dr. Watts on his poems facred to devotion . I. To ...
... o'er thee a vict❜ry boast ; Her triumph in thy rifing fhall be lost , When thou shalt join th ' angelick choirs above In never - ending fongs of praife and love . I 2 18 EUSEBIA . To Dr. Watts on his poems facred to devotion . I. To ...
46. oldal
... o'er the marble meads with with ring eyes , 20 Walks o'er the folid lakes , fnuffs up the wind and dies . III . Fly to the polar world , my fong , And mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seiz'd and bound in rigid chains ...
... o'er the marble meads with with ring eyes , 20 Walks o'er the folid lakes , fnuffs up the wind and dies . III . Fly to the polar world , my fong , And mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seiz'd and bound in rigid chains ...
47. oldal
... o'er the deep And bury millions in the waves , Earthquakes that in midnight fleep 55 60 Turn cities into heaps , and make our beds our rgraves , While you dispense your mortal harms [ alarms , 65 ' Tis the Creator's voice that founds ...
... o'er the deep And bury millions in the waves , Earthquakes that in midnight fleep 55 60 Turn cities into heaps , and make our beds our rgraves , While you dispense your mortal harms [ alarms , 65 ' Tis the Creator's voice that founds ...
59. oldal
... O'er my poor breaft with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortur'd foul Wring thro ' my eyes the briny tears . 4. Forgive my treafons Prince of Grace , The bloody Jews were traitors too ; Yet thou haft pray'd for that curs'd race ...
... O'er my poor breaft with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortur'd foul Wring thro ' my eyes the briny tears . 4. Forgive my treafons Prince of Grace , The bloody Jews were traitors too ; Yet thou haft pray'd for that curs'd race ...
68. oldal
... o'er the stream , Or whifp'ring thro ' the trees . 11. Wave your tall heads ye lofty pines To him that bid you grow , Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines On ev'ry thankful bough . 4. Let the fhrill birds his honour raife , And climb ...
... o'er the stream , Or whifp'ring thro ' the trees . 11. Wave your tall heads ye lofty pines To him that bid you grow , Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines On ev'ry thankful bough . 4. Let the fhrill birds his honour raife , And climb ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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...