The Works of the English Poets: Watts |
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
angels arms awful bear Behold beneath blood break breath bright cares charms clouds command dead dear death deep delight divine dwell earth eternal eyes face facred faints fair fame fear feas feel feet fhall fhining fhould fight fing fire fits flame flow fome fong forrows foul ftill fweet give glory golden grace grief grow hand happy head hear heart heaven heavenly hell hills honour hope immortal joys King leave lies light live look Lord meet mind mortal mourn move Mufe nature never night o'er paffions pain pleaſure powers praiſe reigns rife roll round ſkies ſky SONG ſweet tears tell thee theſe thine things thou thoughts thouſand throne tongue turn vain wind wings young
Popular passages
Page 346 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Page 366 - Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ; Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide ; All without thy care, or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.
Page 365 - A SUMMER EVENING. How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run ! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain ; But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best ; He paints the...
Page 366 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Page 326 - How great his power is, none can tell, Nor think how large his grace ; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face.
Page 360 - If we had been ducks we might dabble in mud ; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood ; So foul and so fierce are their natures : But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures.
Page 161 - Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too! From sin and dust, to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High.
Page 336 - I lie ; Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt.
Page 357 - To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Page 98 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Works of the English Poets: Watts Volume 46 of The Works of the English Poets, Samuel Johnson Volume 46 of The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Henry Hughs |
| Author | Samuel Johnson |
| Editor | Samuel Johnson |
| Contributor | Henry Hughs |
| Publisher | H. Hughs, 1779 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 22 Nov 2006 |
| Export Citation | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |