The temple: sacred poems, and private ejaculations. To which is added, a biographical sketch of the author. [Followed by] The synagogue [by C. Harvey].1799 |
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Página 46
... , Till he became Most poor : With thee O let me rife As Larks , harmoniously , And fink this day thy Victories : Then fhall the Fall further the Flight in me . My tender Age in Sorrow did begin ; And ftill 46 THE CHURCH .
... , Till he became Most poor : With thee O let me rife As Larks , harmoniously , And fink this day thy Victories : Then fhall the Fall further the Flight in me . My tender Age in Sorrow did begin ; And ftill 46 THE CHURCH .
Página 47
... Sorrow did begin ; And ftill with Sickneffes and Shame , Thou ' didft fo punish Sin , That I became Moft thin . With thee Let me combine , And feel this day thy Victory : For if I imp my Wing on thine , Affliction fhall advance the ...
... Sorrow did begin ; And ftill with Sickneffes and Shame , Thou ' didft fo punish Sin , That I became Moft thin . With thee Let me combine , And feel this day thy Victory : For if I imp my Wing on thine , Affliction fhall advance the ...
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... Sorrow was all my foul ; I fcarce believed , Till grief did tell me roundly , that I lived . When I got health , thou took ft awa away my life , J Ad more ; for my friends die My mirth and edge was loft ; a blunted knife Was of more use ...
... Sorrow was all my foul ; I fcarce believed , Till grief did tell me roundly , that I lived . When I got health , thou took ft awa away my life , J Ad more ; for my friends die My mirth and edge was loft ; a blunted knife Was of more use ...
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... Sorrow hath chang'd its note : fuch is his will , Who changeth all things as him pleaseth beft . For well he knows , if but one grief and smart Among my many had his full career , Sure it would carry with it ev'n my heart , And both ...
... Sorrow hath chang'd its note : fuch is his will , Who changeth all things as him pleaseth beft . For well he knows , if but one grief and smart Among my many had his full career , Sure it would carry with it ev'n my heart , And both ...
Página 245
... tears , whose streams may ne'er go dry . Nor turned be another way , Till they have drown'd all joys , but thofe alone , Which forrow claimeth for its own . 07 For Sorrow hath its joys ; and I am glad THE SYNAGOGUE . 245.
... tears , whose streams may ne'er go dry . Nor turned be another way , Till they have drown'd all joys , but thofe alone , Which forrow claimeth for its own . 07 For Sorrow hath its joys ; and I am glad THE SYNAGOGUE . 245.
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Página 59 - O let me, when thy roof my soul hath hid, O let me roost and nestle there : Then of a sinner thou art rid, And I of hope and fear. Yet take thy way ; for sure thy way is best : Stretch or contract me thy poor debtor : This is but tuning of my breast, To make the music better.
Página 13 - THOU, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure : A verse may find him, who a Sermon flies, And turn delight into a Sacrifice.
Página 132 - Not, that he may not here Taste of the cheer : But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head ; So must he sip, and think Of better drink He may attain to, after he is dead.
Página 144 - Just as I went, None goes that way And lives. If that be all, said I, After so foul a journey death is fair, And but a chair.
Página 78 - Christ hath took in this piece of ground, And made a garden there for those Who want herbs for their wound.
Página 126 - I met a reverend good old man : Whom when for Peace I did demand, he thus began ; There was a Prince of old At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase Of flock and fold.