The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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... mortal doom'd . How can he exercise Wrath without end on man whom death must end ? Can he make deathless death ? that were to make Strange contradiction , which to GOD himself . Impossible is held , as argument Of weakness , not of ...
... mortal doom'd . How can he exercise Wrath without end on man whom death must end ? Can he make deathless death ? that were to make Strange contradiction , which to GOD himself . Impossible is held , as argument Of weakness , not of ...
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... which links th ' immense design , Joins heav'n and earth , and mortal and divine ; Sees , that no being any bliss can know , But touches some above and some below ; Learns from this union of the rising whole , The 45.
... which links th ' immense design , Joins heav'n and earth , and mortal and divine ; Sees , that no being any bliss can know , But touches some above and some below ; Learns from this union of the rising whole , The 45.
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... mortal land Fearless , when the great Master gives command . Death is the storm : she smiles to hear it roar , And bids the tempest waft her from the shore : Then with a skilful helm she sweeps the seas , And manages the raging storm ...
... mortal land Fearless , when the great Master gives command . Death is the storm : she smiles to hear it roar , And bids the tempest waft her from the shore : Then with a skilful helm she sweeps the seas , And manages the raging storm ...
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... , Shall still command my voice . Some of the fairest choirs above Shall flock around my song With joy , to hear the name they love Sound from a mortal tongue . His charms shall make my numbers flow , And hold 54 Meditation in a Grove idem.
... , Shall still command my voice . Some of the fairest choirs above Shall flock around my song With joy , to hear the name they love Sound from a mortal tongue . His charms shall make my numbers flow , And hold 54 Meditation in a Grove idem.
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... mortal's love . THE HERO'S SCHOOL OF MORALITY . WATTS . THERON among his travels found A broken statue on the ground ; And searching onward as he went , He trac'd a ruin'd monument . Mould , moss , and shades , had overgrown The ...
... mortal's love . THE HERO'S SCHOOL OF MORALITY . WATTS . THERON among his travels found A broken statue on the ground ; And searching onward as he went , He trac'd a ruin'd monument . Mould , moss , and shades , had overgrown The ...
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angels art thou behold beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd dark death deep divine dreadful dust earth eternal ev'n ev'ry ev❜n eyes fair faithless fame fate fix'd flame flow'rs gloom glory golden grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hast heart heaven hermit hill hour land light liquid sky live LORD lyre mighty mind MONODY morn mortal Muse nature's ne'er night o'er pain patriot war peace Petrarch Pindus plain pleas'd poor pow'r praise pride proud rage rise round sacred scene seraph shade shine sight silent skies smile soft solemn song soul sound spread spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro throne toil trembling Twas vale virtue voice waking eyes wand'ring waves Whilst wild winds wings wondrous wretch
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Seite 81 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Seite 93 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Seite 94 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Seite 92 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Seite 91 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Seite 203 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Seite 19 - While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge Him thy greater, sound His praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and w hen thou fall'st.
Seite 176 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose...
Seite 20 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Seite 78 - 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.