Moral and Sacred PoetryEditors, 1829 - 296 էջ |
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... things . Earth is too limited a sphere For the immortal mind's career : I pant , I long to soar away , To vaster worlds , to brighter day ! O let me burst this frail abode , And see thy face , Creator , God ! All things in nature's wide ...
... things . Earth is too limited a sphere For the immortal mind's career : I pant , I long to soar away , To vaster worlds , to brighter day ! O let me burst this frail abode , And see thy face , Creator , God ! All things in nature's wide ...
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... things that subsist , Of all the heavenly host , or what earth claimes , He keeps the scrole , and calls them by their names . And now , my God , by thine illumining grace , Thy glorious face , ( So far forth as it may discover'd be ...
... things that subsist , Of all the heavenly host , or what earth claimes , He keeps the scrole , and calls them by their names . And now , my God , by thine illumining grace , Thy glorious face , ( So far forth as it may discover'd be ...
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... things , The fate of empires , and the pride of kings : Eternal night shall veil their proudest story , And drop the curtain o'er all human glory . The sun himself , with weary clouds opprest , Shall in his silent , dark pavilion rest ...
... things , The fate of empires , and the pride of kings : Eternal night shall veil their proudest story , And drop the curtain o'er all human glory . The sun himself , with weary clouds opprest , Shall in his silent , dark pavilion rest ...
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... things began , Saw full exprest th ' all - comprehending plan . What cavern deep , what hill sublime Beyond thy reach , shall I pursue ? What dark recess , what distant clime , Shall hide me from thy distant view ? Where from thy spirit ...
... things began , Saw full exprest th ' all - comprehending plan . What cavern deep , what hill sublime Beyond thy reach , shall I pursue ? What dark recess , what distant clime , Shall hide me from thy distant view ? Where from thy spirit ...
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... things fair and bright are thine . When day , with farewell beam delays , Among the op'ning clouds of even , And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven ; Those hues that mark the sun's decline , So soft , so ...
... things fair and bright are thine . When day , with farewell beam delays , Among the op'ning clouds of even , And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven ; Those hues that mark the sun's decline , So soft , so ...
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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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Էջ 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
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.