The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Հատոր 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... moving frame , Whilst all the ranks of being pay Deep rev'rence to his Name . He spake ; the sun obedient stood , And held the falling day : Old Jordan backward drives his flood , And disappoints the sea . Lord of the armies of the sky ...
... moving frame , Whilst all the ranks of being pay Deep rev'rence to his Name . He spake ; the sun obedient stood , And held the falling day : Old Jordan backward drives his flood , And disappoints the sea . Lord of the armies of the sky ...
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... move my years in slow delay ? O God of ages ! why ? Let the spheres cleave , and mark my way To the superior sky . VOL . XXIII . E Dear Sovereign , break these vital strings That bind me Book 1 . 49 SACRED TO DEVOTION . Felicity above,
... move my years in slow delay ? O God of ages ! why ? Let the spheres cleave , and mark my way To the superior sky . VOL . XXIII . E Dear Sovereign , break these vital strings That bind me Book 1 . 49 SACRED TO DEVOTION . Felicity above,
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... move , but to his praise . What are my eyes , but aids to see The glories of the Deity Inscrib'd with beams of light , On flowers and stars ? Lord , I behold The shining azure , green and gold ; [ my sight . But when I try to read thy ...
... move , but to his praise . What are my eyes , but aids to see The glories of the Deity Inscrib'd with beams of light , On flowers and stars ? Lord , I behold The shining azure , green and gold ; [ my sight . But when I try to read thy ...
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... moves their frame : Broad sheets of light compose thy robes ; Thy guards are form'd of living flame . Thrones and dominions round thee fall , And worship in submissive forms ; Thy presence shakes this lower ball , This little dwelling ...
... moves their frame : Broad sheets of light compose thy robes ; Thy guards are form'd of living flame . Thrones and dominions round thee fall , And worship in submissive forms ; Thy presence shakes this lower ball , This little dwelling ...
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... move . Lo , from the everlasting skies , Gently , as morning - dews distil , The Dove immortal downward flies , With peaceful olive in his bill . How sweet the voice of pardon sounds ! Sweet the relief to deep distress ! I feel the balm ...
... move . Lo , from the everlasting skies , Gently , as morning - dews distil , The Dove immortal downward flies , With peaceful olive in his bill . How sweet the voice of pardon sounds ! Sweet the relief to deep distress ! I feel the balm ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Հատոր 23 Ezekiel Sanford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1819 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 27 Ezekiel Sanford,Robert Walsh, Jr. Դիտել հնարավոր չէ - 2016 |
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Էջ 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Էջ 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Էջ 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Էջ ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Էջ 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Էջ 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Էջ 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Էջ 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Էջ 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Էջ 362 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.