The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volum 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... joys of devotion ; the victory of a resolved soul over a thousand temptations ; the inimitable love and passions of a dying God ; the awful glories of the last tribunal ; the grand deci- sive sentence , from which there is no appeal ...
... joys of devotion ; the victory of a resolved soul over a thousand temptations ; the inimitable love and passions of a dying God ; the awful glories of the last tribunal ; the grand deci- sive sentence , from which there is no appeal ...
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... joy ; Pleasure must be dash'd with pain ? ' And yet with heedless haste The thirsty boy repeats the taste ; Nor ... joys show big in our esteem , But lessen still as they draw near the eye ; In our embrace the visions die , And when ...
... joy ; Pleasure must be dash'd with pain ? ' And yet with heedless haste The thirsty boy repeats the taste ; Nor ... joys show big in our esteem , But lessen still as they draw near the eye ; In our embrace the visions die , And when ...
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... joys , Or lovely as thy God . ' Tis Heaven on earth to taste his love , To feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above , Is but to see his face . Why move my years in slow delay ? O God of ages ! why ? Let the spheres ...
... joys , Or lovely as thy God . ' Tis Heaven on earth to taste his love , To feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above , Is but to see his face . Why move my years in slow delay ? O God of ages ! why ? Let the spheres ...
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... joys , [ begin ? And yet my heart so stupid lie , when sacred hymns Change me , O God ; my flesh shall be An instrument of song to thee , And thou the notes inspire ; My tongue shall keep 50 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS . Self Consecration,
... joys , [ begin ? And yet my heart so stupid lie , when sacred hymns Change me , O God ; my flesh shall be An instrument of song to thee , And thou the notes inspire ; My tongue shall keep 50 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS . Self Consecration,
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... joy in all your eyes , Go , shepherds , kiss the Son . ' Thus Gabriel sang , and straight around The heavenly armies throng ; They tune their harps to lofty sound , And thus conclude the song : ' Glory to God that reigns above , Let ...
... joy in all your eyes , Go , shepherds , kiss the Son . ' Thus Gabriel sang , and straight around The heavenly armies throng ; They tune their harps to lofty sound , And thus conclude the song : ' Glory to God that reigns above , Let ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volum 23 Ezekiel Sanford Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1819 |
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Side 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Side 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Side 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Side ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Side 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Side 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Side 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Side 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Side 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Side 362 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.