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... heart , When waves on waves , and gulfs on gulfs , O'ercame the pilot's art . Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord ! Thy mercy set me free ; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on thee . For though in dreadful whirls we ...
... heart , When waves on waves , and gulfs on gulfs , O'ercame the pilot's art . Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord ! Thy mercy set me free ; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on thee . For though in dreadful whirls we ...
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... heart in particular which is apt to trouble them on this occasion : for as it is impossible he should overlook any of his creatures , so we may be confident that he regards with an eye of mercy those who endeavour to recommend ...
... heart in particular which is apt to trouble them on this occasion : for as it is impossible he should overlook any of his creatures , so we may be confident that he regards with an eye of mercy those who endeavour to recommend ...
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... heart , which grief assails , Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales , Sees daisies open , rivers run , And seeks ( as I have vainly done ) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude ' s the nurse of woe . No real happiness is ...
... heart , which grief assails , Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales , Sees daisies open , rivers run , And seeks ( as I have vainly done ) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude ' s the nurse of woe . No real happiness is ...
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Abraham Mills. Correctly great , she melts each flinty heart With equal genius , but superior art . Ridiculous as this opinion is , it should be remembered that Voltaire and other French critics fell into the same error . The cold marble ...
Abraham Mills. Correctly great , she melts each flinty heart With equal genius , but superior art . Ridiculous as this opinion is , it should be remembered that Voltaire and other French critics fell into the same error . The cold marble ...
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... heart and broken vows 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 . To ...
... heart and broken vows 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 . To ...
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Side 337 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Side 584 - If I were an American — as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms ; NEVER ! — NEVER ! — NEVER!
Side 337 - Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Side 417 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
Side 421 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Side 420 - 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 ! 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 336 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 46 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the Sun, her Eyes the Gazers strike, And, like the Sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful Ease, and Sweetness void of Pride, Might hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide : If to her share some Female Errors fall, Look on her Face, and you'll forget 'em all. This Nymph, to the Destruction of Mankind, Nourish'd two Locks which graceful hung behind In equal Curls, and well conspir'd to deck With shining Ringlets the smooth Iv'ry Neck.
Side 338 - For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say...
Side 415 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.