The casket of poesy [ed. by J. Cole]. |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 5
Página 22
Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth , to distant
barbarous climes , Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian
mountains , or his setting beam Flames on th ' Atlantic isles ; ' tis nought to me ;
Since ...
Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth , to distant
barbarous climes , Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian
mountains , or his setting beam Flames on th ' Atlantic isles ; ' tis nought to me ;
Since ...
Página 36
CLIO . AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY . O thou ! whose balance does the
mountains weigh ; Whose will the wild tumultuous seas obey ; Whose breath can
turn those wat ' ry worlds to flame , That flame to tempest , and that tempest tame ;
.
CLIO . AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY . O thou ! whose balance does the
mountains weigh ; Whose will the wild tumultuous seas obey ; Whose breath can
turn those wat ' ry worlds to flame , That flame to tempest , and that tempest tame ;
.
Página 120
To him , ye graceful cedars , bow ; Ye tow ' ring mountains , bending low , Your
great Creator own ; Tell , when affrighted nature shook , How Sinai kindled at his
look , And trembled at his frown . Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale , Ye insects
...
To him , ye graceful cedars , bow ; Ye tow ' ring mountains , bending low , Your
great Creator own ; Tell , when affrighted nature shook , How Sinai kindled at his
look , And trembled at his frown . Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale , Ye insects
...
Página 138
The Ocean saw , and backward rollid Its ever - varying surge ; The sacred stream
of Jordan stood Awe - struck , until its refluent flood Forsook its flowery verge ;
The mountains leap ' d , as leaps the horned ram , The “ little hills ” skipp ' d like ...
The Ocean saw , and backward rollid Its ever - varying surge ; The sacred stream
of Jordan stood Awe - struck , until its refluent flood Forsook its flowery verge ;
The mountains leap ' d , as leaps the horned ram , The “ little hills ” skipp ' d like ...
Página 139
Ye mountains , crested by the cloud , Ye humbler hills which thickly crowd The
earth , why did you shake ? Why did you , like the shepherd ' s bleating care ,
Bound to and fro , - no danger hovering there ? Earth ! didst thou tremble ?
tremble ...
Ye mountains , crested by the cloud , Ye humbler hills which thickly crowd The
earth , why did you shake ? Why did you , like the shepherd ' s bleating care ,
Bound to and fro , - no danger hovering there ? Earth ! didst thou tremble ?
tremble ...
Comentarios de usuarios - Escribir una reseña
No hemos encontrado ninguna reseña en los sitios habituales.
Términos y frases comunes
adore angels arise beam beauty Behold Beneath bloom breast breath bright Call calm cheerful clouds dark death deep divine dost dread dust earth eternal ev'ry face fair faith falling flood flow flowers give gloomy glorious glory grace green hand hast head hear heart Heaven hills hope hour HYMN join Lamb land light living Lord mind moon morn mountains nature night o'er Ocean once paths peace plain praise raise reign rise roll rose round scenes shades shine sing skies smiles soft song soul sound spirit spring stars storm streams sure sweet swell tears tell tempest thee thine thou thro throne thunder tomb tremble vale voice Wake waters waves wild winds wing youth
Pasajes populares
Página 5 - 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.
Página 23 - Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels : for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Página 12 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, To enjoy is to obey.
Página 15 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Página 22 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Página 115 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Página 4 - 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.
Página 4 - T^HE spacious firmament on high, •*• With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. Th' unwearied Sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display; And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale ; And nightly to the...
Página 20 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, • , Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam His praise.
Página 19 - ... 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,...