Poemata Latine partim reddita, partim scriptaTalboys et Wheeler, 1826 - 296 oldal |
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xi. oldal
... thou then that art despised ; and be comforted , thou that art lightly esteemed ; for the time cometh when the haughtiest shall be made low , and the meanness of the great be as thine ; the despitefulness of the proud , and the ...
... thou then that art despised ; and be comforted , thou that art lightly esteemed ; for the time cometh when the haughtiest shall be made low , and the meanness of the great be as thine ; the despitefulness of the proud , and the ...
6. oldal
... thou changing queen of night . Ye twinkling stars of light , your praises show , ' Tis he that does your names and numbers know , Alike inscrutable to all below . Each star that does to man its beams dispense , Praise him , as if inspir ...
... thou changing queen of night . Ye twinkling stars of light , your praises show , ' Tis he that does your names and numbers know , Alike inscrutable to all below . Each star that does to man its beams dispense , Praise him , as if inspir ...
12. oldal
... thou thyself shalt last ; Thy solid orb in liquid ether plac'd , Though hung on nothing , is for ever fast : Praise him whose being is sustain'd by none ; Himself is centre of himself alone . Ye mounts and hills , crown'd with a pompous ...
... thou thyself shalt last ; Thy solid orb in liquid ether plac'd , Though hung on nothing , is for ever fast : Praise him whose being is sustain'd by none ; Himself is centre of himself alone . Ye mounts and hills , crown'd with a pompous ...
16. oldal
... thou canst read it there . Thy providence my life sustain'd , And all my wants redrest ; When in the silent womb I lay , And hung upon the breast . To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear ; Ere yet my feeble thoughts ...
... thou canst read it there . Thy providence my life sustain'd , And all my wants redrest ; When in the silent womb I lay , And hung upon the breast . To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear ; Ere yet my feeble thoughts ...
19. oldal
... thou With health renew'd my 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 ...
... thou With health renew'd my 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 ...
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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.