The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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... face of earth Main ocean flow'd , not idle , but with warm Prolific humour , soft'ning all her glebe , Fermented the great mother to conceive , Satiate with genial moisture : when GOD said , Be gather'd now , ye waters under heaven ...
... face of earth Main ocean flow'd , not idle , but with warm Prolific humour , soft'ning all her glebe , Fermented the great mother to conceive , Satiate with genial moisture : when GOD said , Be gather'd now , ye waters under heaven ...
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... face with pleasant green ; Then herbs of every leaf , that sudden flower'd , Op'ning their various colours , and made gay Her bosom smelling sweet ; and these scarce blown , Forth flourish'd thick the clust'ring vine , forth crept The ...
... face with pleasant green ; Then herbs of every leaf , that sudden flower'd , Op'ning their various colours , and made gay Her bosom smelling sweet ; and these scarce blown , Forth flourish'd thick the clust'ring vine , forth crept The ...
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... face borrowing her light From him , for other light she needed none In that aspect , and still that distance keeps Till night , then in the east her turn she shines , Revolv'd on heaven's great axle , and her reign With thousand lesser ...
... face borrowing her light From him , for other light she needed none In that aspect , and still that distance keeps Till night , then in the east her turn she shines , Revolv'd on heaven's great axle , and her reign With thousand lesser ...
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... world , and me so late The glory of that glory , who now become Accurs'd of blessed ? Hide me from the face Of GOD , Whom to behold was then my height 23 Adam's penitential Reflections after his Fall ............ idem.
... world , and me so late The glory of that glory , who now become Accurs'd of blessed ? Hide me from the face Of GOD , Whom to behold was then my height 23 Adam's penitential Reflections after his Fall ............ idem.
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... faces throng'd , and fiery arms : Some natural tears they dropt ; but wip'd them soon . The world was all before them , where to choose Their place of rest , and Providence their guide . They hand in hand , with wand'ring steps and slow ...
... faces throng'd , and fiery arms : Some natural tears they dropt ; but wip'd them soon . The world was all before them , where to choose Their place of rest , and Providence their guide . They hand in hand , with wand'ring steps and slow ...
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Page 81 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Page 93 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Page 94 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Page 92 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Page 91 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 203 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Page 19 - While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge Him thy greater, sound His praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and w hen thou fall'st.
Page 176 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose...
Page 20 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Page 78 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening Earth, Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.