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... fweet and refiftlefs forces of metaphor , wit , found , and number , were given with this defign , that they should be all ranged under the banner of the great malicious fpirit , to invade the rights of heaven , and to bring swift and ...
... fweet and refiftlefs forces of metaphor , wit , found , and number , were given with this defign , that they should be all ranged under the banner of the great malicious fpirit , to invade the rights of heaven , and to bring swift and ...
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... notes inspire : My tongue shall keep the heavenly chime , My chearful pulse shall beat the time , And fweet variety of found fhall in thy praife confpire . E The The dearest nerve about my heart , Should it refuse LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 49.
... notes inspire : My tongue shall keep the heavenly chime , My chearful pulse shall beat the time , And fweet variety of found fhall in thy praife confpire . E The The dearest nerve about my heart , Should it refuse LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 49.
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... fweet perfumes of praife . TRUE LEARNING . Partly imitated from a French Sonnet of Mr. Poiret . HAPPY the feet that shining Truth has led With her own hand to tread the path the please , To fee her native luftre round her spread ...
... fweet perfumes of praife . TRUE LEARNING . Partly imitated from a French Sonnet of Mr. Poiret . HAPPY the feet that shining Truth has led With her own hand to tread the path the please , To fee her native luftre round her spread ...
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... fweet a poison finds . Hard ; but it may be done . Come , heavenly fire , Come to my breast , and with one powerful ray Melt off my lufts , my fetters : I can bear A while to be a tenant here , But not be chain'd and prifon'd in a cage ...
... fweet a poison finds . Hard ; but it may be done . Come , heavenly fire , Come to my breast , and with one powerful ray Melt off my lufts , my fetters : I can bear A while to be a tenant here , But not be chain'd and prifon'd in a cage ...
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... fweet from every ftring . Hark , how beyond the narrow bounds Of time and space they run , And fpeak in moft majestic sounds , The godhead of the Son . How on the Father's breaft he lay , The darling of his foul , Infinite years before ...
... fweet from every ftring . Hark , how beyond the narrow bounds Of time and space they run , And fpeak in moft majestic sounds , The godhead of the Son . How on the Father's breaft he lay , The darling of his foul , Infinite years before ...
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Page 348 - 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 368 - 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 367 - 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 368 - 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 328 - 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 362 - 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 163 - 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 338 - 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 359 - 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 100 - 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.