The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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Strona 62
... peace she brings wherever she arrives ; She builds our quiet , as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even , And opens in each heart a little heaven . Each other gift , which GOD on man bestows , Its proper ...
... peace she brings wherever she arrives ; She builds our quiet , as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even , And opens in each heart a little heaven . Each other gift , which GOD on man bestows , Its proper ...
Strona 73
... peace shall slumber , and in hope shall rest , Till at thy trump we lift our waking eyes , Start from the tomb , and ready for the skies , Mount all renew'd , and as thine own divine , Our shining forms their kindred spirits join . Till ...
... peace shall slumber , and in hope shall rest , Till at thy trump we lift our waking eyes , Start from the tomb , and ready for the skies , Mount all renew'd , and as thine own divine , Our shining forms their kindred spirits join . Till ...
Strona 79
... peaceful rivers , soft and slow Amid the verdant landscape flow . Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread , My stedfast heart shall fear no ill , For thou , O LORD ! art with me still ; Thy friendly crook ...
... peaceful rivers , soft and slow Amid the verdant landscape flow . Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread , My stedfast heart shall fear no ill , For thou , O LORD ! art with me still ; Thy friendly crook ...
Strona 81
... peace , To silence envious tongues . Be just , and fear not . Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's , Thy GOD's , and truth's : then if thou fall'st , O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr . Serve the king ; And , pr ...
... peace , To silence envious tongues . Be just , and fear not . Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's , Thy GOD's , and truth's : then if thou fall'st , O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr . Serve the king ; And , pr ...
Strona 88
... peaceful scene , Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more . Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the ...
... peaceful scene , Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more . Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the ...
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Strona 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...
Strona 93 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 203 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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.