The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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... dreadful Conse- quence of Adam's Sin to him and his Posterity , unless Satisfaction is made to his Justice , which the Son of God undertakes .......... Incidental Miseries attendant on Po- verty ............ Page Blair ...... 214 ...
... dreadful Conse- quence of Adam's Sin to him and his Posterity , unless Satisfaction is made to his Justice , which the Son of God undertakes .......... Incidental Miseries attendant on Po- verty ............ Page Blair ...... 214 ...
Pagina 26
... dreadful voice no more Would thunder in my ears , no fear of worse To me and to my offspring would torment me With cruel expectation . Yet one doubt Pursues me still , lest all I cannot die , Lest that pure breath of life , the spirit ...
... dreadful voice no more Would thunder in my ears , no fear of worse To me and to my offspring would torment me With cruel expectation . Yet one doubt Pursues me still , lest all I cannot die , Lest that pure breath of life , the spirit ...
Pagina 27
... dreadful revolution On my defenceless head ; both Death and I Are found eternal , and incorporate both . Nor I on my part single , in me all Posterity stands curs'd : fair patrimony That I must leave ye , Sons ; O were I able To waste ...
... dreadful revolution On my defenceless head ; both Death and I Are found eternal , and incorporate both . Nor I on my part single , in me all Posterity stands curs'd : fair patrimony That I must leave ye , Sons ; O were I able To waste ...
Pagina 30
... dreadful faces throng'd , and fiery arms : Some natural tears they dropt ; but wip'd them soon . The world was all before them , where to choose Their place of rest , and Providence their guide . They hand in hand , with wand'ring steps ...
... dreadful faces throng'd , and fiery arms : Some natural tears they dropt ; but wip'd them soon . The world was all before them , where to choose Their place of rest , and Providence their guide . They hand in hand , with wand'ring steps ...
Pagina 75
... dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave , I knew thou wert not slow to hear , Nor impotent to save : The storm was laid , the winds retir'd , Obedient to thy will ; The sea , that roar'd at thy command , At thy command was still ...
... dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave , I knew thou wert not slow to hear , Nor impotent to save : The storm was laid , the winds retir'd , Obedient to thy will ; The sea , that roar'd at thy command , At thy command was still ...
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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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Pagina 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...
Pagina 93 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.