Poems Divine and Moral: Many of Them Now First PublishedT. Cadell, 1821 - 468 sider |
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... sleep , at peace may be . dread Teach me to live , that I may The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die , that so I may Rise joyful at the judgment day . soul on Thee O ! may my repose , And may sweet sleep mine eye - lids close ; ...
... sleep , at peace may be . dread Teach me to live , that I may The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die , that so I may Rise joyful at the judgment day . soul on Thee O ! may my repose , And may sweet sleep mine eye - lids close ; ...
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... sleep awake , The sole possession of me take ; From midnight terrors me secure , And guard my heart from thoughts impure . Bless'd angels ! while we silent lie , You hallelujahs sing on high : You joyful hymn the Ever - blest Before the ...
... sleep awake , The sole possession of me take ; From midnight terrors me secure , And guard my heart from thoughts impure . Bless'd angels ! while we silent lie , You hallelujahs sing on high : You joyful hymn the Ever - blest Before the ...
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... star , with silver ray , Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day ; Resume we then , ere sleep and silence reign , The rites that holiness and Heaven ordain . Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage , That 10 HYMNS . -Evening.
... star , with silver ray , Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day ; Resume we then , ere sleep and silence reign , The rites that holiness and Heaven ordain . Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage , That 10 HYMNS . -Evening.
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... sleep and sin To think betimes on GOD . Smote by the eye that looks on all , Let us , obedient to the call , Arise to weep and pray ; Till mournful , as on sin we muse , Faith , like an angel , tells the news , " The LORD is ris'n to ...
... sleep and sin To think betimes on GOD . Smote by the eye that looks on all , Let us , obedient to the call , Arise to weep and pray ; Till mournful , as on sin we muse , Faith , like an angel , tells the news , " The LORD is ris'n to ...
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... sleeping clay , And call'd me to the birth . From Thee the parts their fashion took , And , ere my life begun , Within the volume of Thy book Were written one by one . Thine eye beheld in open view The yet unfinish'd plan ; The shadowy ...
... sleeping clay , And call'd me to the birth . From Thee the parts their fashion took , And , ere my life begun , Within the volume of Thy book Were written one by one . Thine eye beheld in open view The yet unfinish'd plan ; The shadowy ...
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adore art thou awful beams Binstead bless blest bliss bloom bosom Bowdler breast bright charm cheer dark death divine dread e'er earth ELIZABETH CARTER eternal ev'ry fade fair faith false earth fame father's fear feel flowing tears glory glow grace grave grief hallow'd hand hast hear heart Heaven heavenly holy honour hope hour human immortal song John Marriott John Moultrie King life's light little heaven LORD lov'd lyre mercy mind morn mourn Nature's ne'er night o'er pain peace pleasure pow'r praise prayer pride PSALM rapture reign rise sacred SAVIOUR scene seraphs shades shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile solemn song sooth sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd sweet tear tempest thee thine Thomas Bowdler thou art thought thro throne tomb tongue trembling truth Twas virtue voice weep wings youth
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Side 40 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Side 261 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Side 283 - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Side 281 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Side 361 - But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss : Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile...
Side 284 - The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, VOL.
Side 286 - Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid, Tunes her nocturnal note.
Side 307 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Side 285 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell?
Side 163 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...