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... nature from any other use than that to which the other prophecies are applicable ; nor does there appear to be much propriety in attempting to accommodate them to the purpose of psalmody . What in our Bibles is the second Psalm , is an ...
... nature from any other use than that to which the other prophecies are applicable ; nor does there appear to be much propriety in attempting to accommodate them to the purpose of psalmody . What in our Bibles is the second Psalm , is an ...
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... Nature's word . There , from his bright pavilion , Like eastern bridegroom clad , Hailed by Earth's thousand million , The sun sets forth : right glad , His glorious race commencing , The mighty giant seems , Through the vast round ...
... Nature's word . There , from his bright pavilion , Like eastern bridegroom clad , Hailed by Earth's thousand million , The sun sets forth : right glad , His glorious race commencing , The mighty giant seems , Through the vast round ...
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... nature of the ori' ginal , the beauties of which were of too transcendent a na• ture to be wholly obscured , than from any great merit in the • translator . ' That Potter has merit , and great merit too , as a translator , we shall ...
... nature of the ori' ginal , the beauties of which were of too transcendent a na• ture to be wholly obscured , than from any great merit in the • translator . ' That Potter has merit , and great merit too , as a translator , we shall ...
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... nature in such effusions as these . We should have been glad to avail ourselves of Mr. Symmons's version , in every case , with as much pleasure as we cite from it in this instance . • Meantime , The gushing fountains , whence so many ...
... nature in such effusions as these . We should have been glad to avail ourselves of Mr. Symmons's version , in every case , with as much pleasure as we cite from it in this instance . • Meantime , The gushing fountains , whence so many ...
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... Nature and Jove still walk the eternal round , And call new riches from the teeming ground . But O ! upon the earth when once is shed Black deadly blood of man , Who will call up the black blood from the ground With moving incantation's ...
... Nature and Jove still walk the eternal round , And call new riches from the teeming ground . But O ! upon the earth when once is shed Black deadly blood of man , Who will call up the black blood from the ground With moving incantation's ...
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Página 346 - Now the end of the commandment is charity out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned...
Página 348 - And the nations were angry, and thy wrath is come, and the time of the dead, that they should be judged and that thou shouldest give reward unto thy servants the prophets, and to the saints, and them that fear thy name, small and great; and shouldest destroy them which destroy the earth.
Página 202 - Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. 19 Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Página 80 - Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire.
Página 350 - Who is that mysterious WORD, that was, " in the beginning, with God ?" Who is the " Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, the first and the last...
Página 240 - His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them. 22 But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
Página 120 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that Optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamt of gems and gold Hid in thy radiant bow ? When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil withdraws, What lovely visions yield their place To cold material laws...
Página 80 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Página 365 - All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.
Página 121 - O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang On earth delivered from the deep, And the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's...