Poemata Latine partim reddita, partim scriptaTalboys et Wheeler, 1826 - 296 oldal |
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xiii. oldal
... face of the fairest shall gather blackness , the heart of the strongest shall fail , and the mirth of the most frolicksome shall depart from him . The prospect , I believe , may be unwelcome ; but unseasonable it cannot be , while youth ...
... face of the fairest shall gather blackness , the heart of the strongest shall fail , and the mirth of the most frolicksome shall depart from him . The prospect , I believe , may be unwelcome ; but unseasonable it cannot be , while youth ...
19. oldal
... face ; And when in sins and sorrows sunk , Reviv'd soul with grace . my Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er ; And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store . Ten thousand thousand precious gifts ...
... face ; And when in sins and sorrows sunk , Reviv'd soul with grace . my Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er ; And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store . Ten thousand thousand precious gifts ...
23. oldal
... face , And fear in every heart , When waves on waves , and gulfs in gulfs , O'ercame the pilot's art . Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord , Thy mercy set me free ; While in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on thee . For ...
... face , And fear in every heart , When waves on waves , and gulfs in gulfs , O'ercame the pilot's art . Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord , Thy mercy set me free ; While in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on thee . For ...
24. oldal
... face to face , O ! how shall I appear ! If yet , while pardon may be found , And mercy may be sought , My heart with inward horror shrinks , And trembles at the thought . When thou , O Lord , shalt stand disclos'd In majesty severe ...
... face to face , O ! how shall I appear ! If yet , while pardon may be found , And mercy may be sought , My heart with inward horror shrinks , And trembles at the thought . When thou , O Lord , shalt stand disclos'd In majesty severe ...
42. oldal
... face , " Twere better by far I had died : She talk'd , and I blest the dear tongue ; When she smil'd , ' twas a pleasure too great : I listen'd , and cry'd , when she sung , Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe ...
... face , " Twere better by far I had died : She talk'd , and I blest the dear tongue ; When she smil'd , ' twas a pleasure too great : I listen'd , and cry'd , when she sung , Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe ...
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20. oldal - HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, omnipotence.
28. 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.
16. oldal - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
76. oldal - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
19. oldal - When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe, And led me up to man.
24. oldal - O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker, face to face ; O, how shall I appear . 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought ; 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O, how shall I appear...
23. oldal - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
19. oldal - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy.
84. oldal - In early youth I die : Was I to blame, because his bride Was thrice as rich as I ? "Ah, Colin ! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone : Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, Nor think him all thy own.