A few weeks near the coast, or, Conversations between Emily and Maria

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Էջ 69 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Էջ 68 - Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Discovering in wide landscape all the east Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains, Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began Their orisons, each morning duly paid In various style...
Էջ 70 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, 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.
Էջ 69 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Էջ 62 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear ! Ah, then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above. ' For ever with the Lord ! ' Father, if 'tis Thy will, The promise of that faithful word Even here to me fulfil.
Էջ 69 - His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, . Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, hi sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. 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.
Էջ 47 - The works of the LORD are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.
Էջ 50 - Yet we who have a heaven t' obtain, How negligent we live ! 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, And stars their courses move ; We, for whose guard the angel bands Come flying from above ; 4 We, for whom God the...
Էջ 67 - And thou, by rev'rent love, unite My child-like heart to thee : Still let me, till my days are past, At Jesus' feet abide : So shall he lift me up at last, And seat me by his side.
Էջ 61 - shine as the brightness of the firmament, and as the stars for ever and ever.

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