The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 18 találatból.
16. oldal
... fix'd for ever firm and sure , The Filial Power arriv'd , and sat him down With his Great Father , for He also went Invisible , yet stay'd , ( such privilege Hath Omnipresence ) and the work ordain'd , Author and end of all things , and ...
... fix'd for ever firm and sure , The Filial Power arriv'd , and sat him down With his Great Father , for He also went Invisible , yet stay'd , ( such privilege Hath Omnipresence ) and the work ordain'd , Author and end of all things , and ...
19. oldal
... fix'd stars , fix'd in their orb that flies , And ye five other wand'ring fires that move In mystic dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of darkness call'd up light . Air , and ye elements , the eldest birth Of nature's ...
... fix'd stars , fix'd in their orb that flies , And ye five other wand'ring fires that move In mystic dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of darkness call'd up light . Air , and ye elements , the eldest birth Of nature's ...
25. oldal
... Fix'd on this day ? why do I overlive , Why am I mock'd with death , and lengthen'd out To deathless pain ? how gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence , and be earth Insensible ! how glad would lay me down C • As in my mother's lap ...
... Fix'd on this day ? why do I overlive , Why am I mock'd with death , and lengthen'd out To deathless pain ? how gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence , and be earth Insensible ! how glad would lay me down C • As in my mother's lap ...
29. oldal
... fix'd station , all in bright array The Cherubim descended ; on the ground Gliding meteorous , as evening mist Ris'n from a river o'er the marish glides , And gathers ground fast at the lab'rer's heel Homeward returning . High in front ...
... fix'd station , all in bright array The Cherubim descended ; on the ground Gliding meteorous , as evening mist Ris'n from a river o'er the marish glides , And gathers ground fast at the lab'rer's heel Homeward returning . High in front ...
62. oldal
... fix'd purpose dedicates its power , And , finishing its act , exists no more . Thus , in obedience to what heav'n decrees , Knowledge shall fail , and prophecy shall cease : But lasting Charity's more ample sway , Nor bound by time ...
... fix'd purpose dedicates its power , And , finishing its act , exists no more . Thus , in obedience to what heav'n decrees , Knowledge shall fail , and prophecy shall cease : But lasting Charity's more ample sway , Nor bound by time ...
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The Beauties of the Poets: A Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry, Compiled ... Thomas Janes Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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angels art thou behold beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd dark death deep divine dreadful dust earth eternal ev'n ev'ry ev❜n eyes fair faithless fame fate fix'd flame flow'rs gloom glory golden grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hast heart heaven hermit hill hour land light liquid sky live LORD lyre mighty mind MONODY morn mortal Muse nature's ne'er night o'er pain patriot war peace Petrarch Pindus plain pleas'd poor pow'r praise pride proud rage rise round sacred scene seraph shade shine sight silent skies smile soft solemn song soul sound spread spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro throne toil trembling Twas vale virtue voice waking eyes wand'ring waves Whilst wild winds wings wondrous wretch
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81. oldal - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
93. oldal - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
94. oldal - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
92. oldal - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
91. oldal - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
203. oldal - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
19. oldal - While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge Him thy greater, sound His praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and w hen thou fall'st.
176. oldal - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose...
20. oldal - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
78. oldal - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening Earth, Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.