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Admiration adorable Affections Ages alſo Appearance attend beautiful becauſe become behold bleſſed Blood blooming Body Breath called Charms chearing CHRIST Creation Creatures Dead Death delightful Divine dreadful drop dwell Earth eternal everlaſting excellent Faith fall fear Field Fleſh Flowers fome Form Friend Garden give Glory Grace Grave Hand Head Heart Heaven himſelf Honour Hope Hour Imagination important itſelf Jesus kind laſt leaſt leave Light Line live longer look LORD Love ments Mind moft Morning Mortals moſt muſt Name Nature never Night noble Objects obſerve once Peace perfect Perſon Place pleaſing Pleaſure Point poor Power receive rich round ſee ſeems ſhall ſhould ſome Soul Spirit ſtand ſuch tender thee theſe Things thoſe Thou Thoughts thouſand tion Truth turn unto uſeful View walk whole whoſe Wings wonderful World
100. oldal - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
161. oldal - Her wise ladies answered her, yea, she returned answer to herself, have they not sped ? have they not divided the prey ; to every man a damsel or two ; to Sisera a prey of divers colours, a prey of divers colours of needlework, of divers colours of needlework on both sides, meet for the necks of them that take the spoil...
33. oldal - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
30. oldal - As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath Receives the lurking principle of death; The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength; So, cast and mingled with his very frame.
185. oldal - Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance : behold, He taketh up the isles as a very little thing.
155. oldal - Awake : The morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us ; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.
96. oldal - How shocking must thy summons be, O Death, To him that is at ease in his possessions; Who, counting on long years of pleasure here, Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come ! In that dread moment, how the frantic soul Raves round the walls of her clay tenement, Runs to each avenue, and shrieks for help ; But shrieks in vain ! How wishfully she looks On all she's leaving, now no longer hers!
36. oldal - And we desire that every one of you do show the same diligence to the full assurance of hope unto the end : that ye be not slothful, but followers of them who through faith and patience inherit the promises,
96. oldal - Runs to each avenue, and shrieks for help, But shrieks in vain ! how wishfully she looks On all she's leaving, now no longer hers! A little longer, yet a little longer...