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... Angels , assist to sing 18 72 .... ........ 211 .... .... ...... .... 174 161 71 Blame not the monumental stone 255 Blessed be thy name for ever 17 Blind , poor , and helpless Bartimeus sat 144 Bold Infidelity ! turn pale and die ...
... Angels , assist to sing 18 72 .... ........ 211 .... .... ...... .... 174 161 71 Blame not the monumental stone 255 Blessed be thy name for ever 17 Blind , poor , and helpless Bartimeus sat 144 Bold Infidelity ! turn pale and die ...
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... angel my Father .. 242 Fierce passions discompose the mind .. 180 He is the freeman , whom the truth 18 First - born of Ether , high in fields of light 131 Here bliss is short , imperfect , insecure 27 Forced from home and all its ...
... angel my Father .. 242 Fierce passions discompose the mind .. 180 He is the freeman , whom the truth 18 First - born of Ether , high in fields of light 131 Here bliss is short , imperfect , insecure 27 Forced from home and all its ...
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... angelic grace ...... 189 Suffer that little children come to me .. 143 Survey the warlike Horse ... Angel of the flowers one day 71 .... 286 62 Rivers , arise ; whether thou be the son Rocks of my country , let the cloud .. Roll on ...
... angelic grace ...... 189 Suffer that little children come to me .. 143 Survey the warlike Horse ... Angel of the flowers one day 71 .... 286 62 Rivers , arise ; whether thou be the son Rocks of my country , let the cloud .. Roll on ...
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... angels have thei birth , Just on the boundaries of the spirit - land . The chain of being is complete in me ; In me is matter's last gradation lost , And the next step is spirit - Deity ! I can command the lightning , and am dust A ...
... angels have thei birth , Just on the boundaries of the spirit - land . The chain of being is complete in me ; In me is matter's last gradation lost , And the next step is spirit - Deity ! I can command the lightning , and am dust A ...
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... angels knew Or prais'd thy wondrous name ; Thy bliss , O sacred Spring of Life ! And glory were the same . And when the pillars of the world , With sudden ruin , break ; And all this vast and goodly frame Sinks in the mighty wreck ...
... angels knew Or prais'd thy wondrous name ; Thy bliss , O sacred Spring of Life ! And glory were the same . And when the pillars of the world , With sudden ruin , break ; And all this vast and goodly frame Sinks in the mighty wreck ...
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angels ANON art thou beam beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss blood divine bloom breast breath bright charms clouds COWPER dark dead death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth EDMESTON eternal fair fear flame flowers gale gaze Gethsemane gloom glorious glory golden grace grave hand HAREBELL harp hast hath hear heart heaven hope hosannas hour immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King light living Lord mercy mighty morning mortal mountains Mowsley muse nature's night o'er pale peace poison'd POLLOK praise pride quire rapture rill rise rose round scene seraphs shade shalt shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring staind Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thro throne tomb trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings
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Strona 90 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Strona 164 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Strona 228 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Strona 203 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Strona 26 - 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.
Strona 47 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Strona 90 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
Strona 225 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Strona 270 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I saw the last of human mould That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime ! The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man...
Strona 203 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.