The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Band 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... skies pour down righteousness . He commands the sun , and it riseth not , and he sealeth up the stars . It is he that saith to the deep , be dry , and he drieth up the rivers . Woe to them that seek deep to hide their counsel from the ...
... skies pour down righteousness . He commands the sun , and it riseth not , and he sealeth up the stars . It is he that saith to the deep , be dry , and he drieth up the rivers . Woe to them that seek deep to hide their counsel from the ...
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... skies , When wrath arrays thy face . When mercy joins with majesty To spread their beams abroad , Not all their fairest minds on high Are shadows of a Gon . Thy works the strongest seraph sings In a too feeble strain , And labours hard ...
... skies , When wrath arrays thy face . When mercy joins with majesty To spread their beams abroad , Not all their fairest minds on high Are shadows of a Gon . Thy works the strongest seraph sings In a too feeble strain , And labours hard ...
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... skies ; Let all the baneful planets shed Their mingled curses on my head , How vain their curses , if the ' Eternal King Look through the clouds , and bless me with his eyes . Creatures with all their boasted sway Are but his slaves ...
... skies ; Let all the baneful planets shed Their mingled curses on my head , How vain their curses , if the ' Eternal King Look through the clouds , and bless me with his eyes . Creatures with all their boasted sway Are but his slaves ...
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... skies , Walks o'er the marble meads with withering eyes , Walks o'er the solid lakes , snuffs up the wind , and dies . Fly to the polar world , my song , And mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seiz'd and bound in rigid ...
... skies , Walks o'er the marble meads with withering eyes , Walks o'er the solid lakes , snuffs up the wind , and dies . Fly to the polar world , my song , And mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seiz'd and bound in rigid ...
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... skies , Or round this dusty clod ; Nothing , my soul , that's worth thy joys , Or lovely as thy God . ' Tis Heaven on earth to taste his love , To feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above , Is but to see his face ...
... skies , Or round this dusty clod ; Nothing , my soul , that's worth thy joys , Or lovely as thy God . ' Tis Heaven on earth to taste his love , To feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above , Is but to see his face ...
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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.