Moral and Sacred PoetryEditors, 1829 - 296 sider |
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... Look where he comes ; in this .. .... 237 PACE . Loud blew the storm of night , ...... 146 Lo where a crowd of pilgrims toil .... 181 MANTLED in storms ; -attended by the 47 Many are the sayings of the wise .... 177 Man , with his whole ...
... Look where he comes ; in this .. .... 237 PACE . Loud blew the storm of night , ...... 146 Lo where a crowd of pilgrims toil .... 181 MANTLED in storms ; -attended by the 47 Many are the sayings of the wise .... 177 Man , with his whole ...
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... look serene ; Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high , And having lived to thee , in thee to die . BOWRING . GREAT All in All ! I bend in dust before Thee , Even so veil'd cherubs bend ; - In calm and still devotion I adore Thee , All ...
... look serene ; Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high , And having lived to thee , in thee to die . BOWRING . GREAT All in All ! I bend in dust before Thee , Even so veil'd cherubs bend ; - In calm and still devotion I adore Thee , All ...
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... looks down On all that soars ; and spans immensity . YOUNG . O MOST adorable ! most unador'd , HOGG . BLESSED be thy name for ever , should end ? Where'er I turn , what claim on all applause ! How is night's sable mantle labour'd o'er ...
... looks down On all that soars ; and spans immensity . YOUNG . O MOST adorable ! most unador'd , HOGG . BLESSED be thy name for ever , should end ? Where'er I turn , what claim on all applause ! How is night's sable mantle labour'd o'er ...
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Thomas Willcocks. Methinks thou piercest it As with a wedge ; but when I look again It seems thy own calm home , thy crystal shrine , Thy habitation from Eternity ! O dread and silent form ! I gazed upon thee , Till thou , still present ...
Thomas Willcocks. Methinks thou piercest it As with a wedge ; but when I look again It seems thy own calm home , thy crystal shrine , Thy habitation from Eternity ! O dread and silent form ! I gazed upon thee , Till thou , still present ...
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... Looks fairer than above . It is said that the breath of a Travelle passing over these mountains , will some times occasion the falling of an Avalanch stray : Safe on thy banks again The trance of 3309 CREATION AND PROVIDENCE ,
... Looks fairer than above . It is said that the breath of a Travelle passing over these mountains , will some times occasion the falling of an Avalanch stray : Safe on thy banks again The trance of 3309 CREATION AND PROVIDENCE ,
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angels ANON art thou beam beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss blood divine bloom breast breath bright charms clouds COWPER dark dead death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth EDMESTON eternal fair fear flame flowers gale gaze Gethsemane gloom glorious glory golden grace grave hand HAREBELL harp hast hath hear heart heaven hope hosannas hour immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King light living Lord mercy mighty morning mortal mountains Mowsley muse nature's night o'er pale peace poison'd POLLOK praise pride quire rapture rill rise rose round scene seraphs shade shalt shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring staind Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thro throne tomb trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings
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Side 90 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Side 164 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Side 228 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Side 203 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Side 26 - 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.
Side 47 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Side 90 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
Side 225 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Side 270 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I saw the last of human mould That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime ! The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man...
Side 203 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.