Moral and Sacred PoetryEditors, 1829 - 296 páginas |
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... death of its sting , and the grave of its terrors . This deficiency has been supplied by an anonymous American poet , whose interesting lines will be found on the 253rd page . COWPER is the most useful and interesting of Christian Poets ...
... death of its sting , and the grave of its terrors . This deficiency has been supplied by an anonymous American poet , whose interesting lines will be found on the 253rd page . COWPER is the most useful and interesting of Christian Poets ...
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... death to die ? .. 267 While wits thro ' fiction's regions ramble 288 Whoe'er like me with trembling anguish 255 Who is my mother or my brethren ? .. 143 Whom call we gay ? that honour long 168 Whose imp art thou with dimpled cheek 119 ...
... death to die ? .. 267 While wits thro ' fiction's regions ramble 288 Whoe'er like me with trembling anguish 255 Who is my mother or my brethren ? .. 143 Whom call we gay ? that honour long 168 Whose imp art thou with dimpled cheek 119 ...
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... death ! As sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze , So suns are born , so worlds spring forth from Thee ; And as the spangles in the sunny rays Shine round the silver snow , the pageantry Of heaven's bright army glitters in Thy ...
... death ! As sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze , So suns are born , so worlds spring forth from Thee ; And as the spangles in the sunny rays Shine round the silver snow , the pageantry Of heaven's bright army glitters in Thy ...
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... speakest - and all nature's pregnant bosom Heaves with Thy mighty breath ; Thou frownest - man , ev'n like a frost - nipp'd blossom , Drops in the lap of death . A thousand worlds which roll around us brightly , Thee GOD . 15.
... speakest - and all nature's pregnant bosom Heaves with Thy mighty breath ; Thou frownest - man , ev'n like a frost - nipp'd blossom , Drops in the lap of death . A thousand worlds which roll around us brightly , Thee GOD . 15.
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... Death is the penalty imposed ; beware , And govern well thy appetite ; lest Sin Surprise thee , and her black attendant Death . Here finish'd he , and all that he had made View'd , and behold all was entirely good ; So even and morn ...
... Death is the penalty imposed ; beware , And govern well thy appetite ; lest Sin Surprise thee , and her black attendant Death . Here finish'd he , and all that he had made View'd , and behold all was entirely good ; So even and morn ...
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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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Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.