The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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... fierce north wind with his airy forces Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury , And the red lightning with a storm of hail comes Rushing amain down , How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble ! While 50 The Day of Judgment idem.
... fierce north wind with his airy forces Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury , And the red lightning with a storm of hail comes Rushing amain down , How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble ! While 50 The Day of Judgment idem.
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Thomas Janes. How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble ! While the hoarse thunder , like a bloody trumpet , Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters , Quick to devour them . Such shall the noise be , and the wild disorder , ( If ...
Thomas Janes. How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble ! While the hoarse thunder , like a bloody trumpet , Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters , Quick to devour them . Such shall the noise be , and the wild disorder , ( If ...
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... trembling homage own Their zeal - presumption , and their art outdone . The theme too mighty for creation's tongue , The seraph's ardour , or the cherub's song . As none but He , whose wisdom knows his pow'r , Can comprehend , or can ...
... trembling homage own Their zeal - presumption , and their art outdone . The theme too mighty for creation's tongue , The seraph's ardour , or the cherub's song . As none but He , whose wisdom knows his pow'r , Can comprehend , or can ...
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... the hope , and vain the attempt to raise An equal tribute to unequall'd praise ! Suffice for man - suffice for angels this , Who serves with trembling cannot serve amiss . With lowly mind , self - emptied all and poor 68.
... the hope , and vain the attempt to raise An equal tribute to unequall'd praise ! Suffice for man - suffice for angels this , Who serves with trembling cannot serve amiss . With lowly mind , self - emptied all and poor 68.
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... tremble at his word . More free to offer , and more rich to give , Than man to ask , or asking , to believe , His pride confess , or unbelief conceive . Touch'd by his word , they catch the living flame , Hang on his cross , and shelter ...
... tremble at his word . More free to offer , and more rich to give , Than man to ask , or asking , to believe , His pride confess , or unbelief conceive . Touch'd by his word , they catch the living flame , Hang on his cross , and shelter ...
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angels art thou behold beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd dark death deep divine dreadful dust earth eternal ev'n ev'ry ev❜n eyes fair faithless fame fate fix'd flame flow'rs gloom glory golden grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hast heart heaven hermit hill hour land light liquid sky live LORD lyre mighty mind MONODY morn mortal Muse nature's ne'er night o'er pain patriot war peace Petrarch Pindus plain pleas'd poor pow'r praise pride proud rage rise round sacred scene seraph shade shine sight silent skies smile soft solemn song soul sound spread spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro throne toil trembling Twas vale virtue voice waking eyes wand'ring waves Whilst wild winds wings wondrous wretch
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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...
Seite 93 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 203 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.