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... passion , will fall infinitely on the side of the Christian poet ; our wonder and our love , our pity , delight , and sorrow , with the long train of hopes and fears , must needs be under the command of an harmonious pen , whose every ...
... passion , will fall infinitely on the side of the Christian poet ; our wonder and our love , our pity , delight , and sorrow , with the long train of hopes and fears , must needs be under the command of an harmonious pen , whose every ...
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... Some are more easily susceptive of religion in a grave dis- course , and sedate reasoning . Some are best frighted from sin and ruin by terror , threatening , and amazement ; their fear is the properest passion to 32 PREFACE .
... Some are more easily susceptive of religion in a grave dis- course , and sedate reasoning . Some are best frighted from sin and ruin by terror , threatening , and amazement ; their fear is the properest passion to 32 PREFACE .
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... passion to which we can address ourselves , and begin the divine work : others can feel no motive so power- ful as that which applies itself to their ingenuity , and their polished imagination . Now I thought it lawful to take hold of ...
... passion to which we can address ourselves , and begin the divine work : others can feel no motive so power- ful as that which applies itself to their ingenuity , and their polished imagination . Now I thought it lawful to take hold of ...
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... passion for thy name , I would not speak , but for my God , nor 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 ...
... passion for thy name , I would not speak , but for my God , nor 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 ...
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... passions move , Hard to awake the eye that passion blinds , To rend and tear out this unhappy love , That clings so close about our minds , And where the ' enchanted soul so sweet a poison . [ finds . Hard ; but it may be done . Come ...
... passions move , Hard to awake the eye that passion blinds , To rend and tear out this unhappy love , That clings so close about our minds , And where the ' enchanted soul so sweet a poison . [ finds . Hard ; but it may be done . Come ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 27 Ezekiel Sanford,Robert Walsh, Jr. Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.