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... shade , All beauty , and all light , as in herself she is . Our senses cheat us with the pressing crowds Of painted shapes they thrust upon the mind : The truth they show lies wrap'd in sevenfold shrouds , Our senses cast a thousand ...
... shade , All beauty , and all light , as in herself she is . Our senses cheat us with the pressing crowds Of painted shapes they thrust upon the mind : The truth they show lies wrap'd in sevenfold shrouds , Our senses cast a thousand ...
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... shade , Or frosts , or flames , to kill or save ? His favour is my life , his lips pronounce me dead ; And as his awful dictates bid , Earth is my mother , or my grave . CONDESCENDING GRACE . IN IMITATION OF PSALM CXIV . WHEN 88 Book 1 ...
... shade , Or frosts , or flames , to kill or save ? His favour is my life , his lips pronounce me dead ; And as his awful dictates bid , Earth is my mother , or my grave . CONDESCENDING GRACE . IN IMITATION OF PSALM CXIV . WHEN 88 Book 1 ...
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... please that Everlasting Fair : [ hours ; His beauties are the sun , and but the shade is yours . Infants , whose different destinies Are wove with threads of 94 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS . Young Men and Maidens, &c praise ye Lord,
... please that Everlasting Fair : [ hours ; His beauties are the sun , and but the shade is yours . Infants , whose different destinies Are wove with threads of 94 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS . Young Men and Maidens, &c praise ye Lord,
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... shade Of midnight and the grave ? Is there no shelter from the eye Of a revenging God ? Jesus , to thy dear wounds I fly , Bedew me with thy blood . Those guardian drops my soul secure , And wash away my sin : Eternal justice frowns no ...
... shade Of midnight and the grave ? Is there no shelter from the eye Of a revenging God ? Jesus , to thy dear wounds I fly , Bedew me with thy blood . Those guardian drops my soul secure , And wash away my sin : Eternal justice frowns no ...
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... shades , The dawn of Heaven appears , The sweet immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres . I see the Lord of glory come , And flaming guards around : The skies divide to make him room , The trumpet shakes the ground . I ...
... shades , The dawn of Heaven appears , The sweet immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres . I see the Lord of glory come , And flaming guards around : The skies divide to make him room , The trumpet shakes the ground . I ...
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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.