The Poetical WorksMacmillan, 1889 - 536 sider |
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Side xxi
... land at Strode , in the parish of Slinfold , in Sussex . His mother was Ann , daughter of Roger Donne of Ludham Hall , Norfolk , of the same family as Dr. Donne , the Dean of St. Paul's , and said to be " descended through four ...
... land at Strode , in the parish of Slinfold , in Sussex . His mother was Ann , daughter of Roger Donne of Ludham Hall , Norfolk , of the same family as Dr. Donne , the Dean of St. Paul's , and said to be " descended through four ...
Side lxvi
... lands , that sink with fear ; While victories and laurels come To heighten joy and love at home : Can Heaven greater gifts confer ? Can more success a monarch share ? Ye songsters of the ærial tribe , Break forth in sweet melodious ...
... lands , that sink with fear ; While victories and laurels come To heighten joy and love at home : Can Heaven greater gifts confer ? Can more success a monarch share ? Ye songsters of the ærial tribe , Break forth in sweet melodious ...
Side lxvii
... land where plenteous stores abound , Of wealth and grain , where arts and science To every nation bid defiance . RECITATIVO . " Fly hence , ye gloomy cares , For you here's no employ ; Here sweetest ease appears , With real love and joy ...
... land where plenteous stores abound , Of wealth and grain , where arts and science To every nation bid defiance . RECITATIVO . " Fly hence , ye gloomy cares , For you here's no employ ; Here sweetest ease appears , With real love and joy ...
Side 2
... land ? O Solyma ! if e'er thy praise Be silent in my song , Rude and unpleasing be the lays , And artless be my tongue ! Thy name my fancy still employs ; To thee , great fountain of my joys , My sweetest airs belong . Remember , Lord ...
... land ? O Solyma ! if e'er thy praise Be silent in my song , Rude and unpleasing be the lays , And artless be my tongue ! Thy name my fancy still employs ; To thee , great fountain of my joys , My sweetest airs belong . Remember , Lord ...
Side 20
... land be driven , With every herb that blunts the sense Mankind received from heaven . " Oh ! if my Sovereign Author please , Far be it from my fate To live unblest in torpid ease , And slumber on in state ; " Each tender tie of life ...
... land be driven , With every herb that blunts the sense Mankind received from heaven . " Oh ! if my Sovereign Author please , Far be it from my fate To live unblest in torpid ease , And slumber on in state ; " Each tender tie of life ...
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Side 204 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; In doctrine uncorrupt ; in language plain, And plain in manner ; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture ; much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it, too ; affectionate in look And tender in address,...
Side 318 - I will obey, not willingly alone, 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.
Side 319 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! It answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu l But was it such ? — It was.
Side 319 - But was it such? — It was. — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more!
Side 33 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Side 36 - It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through : Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too : Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.
Side 305 - His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. X So, Fair and softly...
Side 28 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Side 33 - His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err,* And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
Side 33 - Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.