The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 45Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... stand rea- dy to condemn every line that is written upon the theme of Love ; but have we not the cares and the fe- licities of that fort of focial life reprefented to us in the facred writings ? Some expreffions are there used with a ...
... stand rea- dy to condemn every line that is written upon the theme of Love ; but have we not the cares and the fe- licities of that fort of focial life reprefented to us in the facred writings ? Some expreffions are there used with a ...
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... and beautiful diction , as well as majesty and fe- reneness of thought . There are feveral episodes in his longer works , that stand in supreme dignity without a זי i rival ; yet all that vaft reverence with rival ; 34 PREFACE .
... and beautiful diction , as well as majesty and fe- reneness of thought . There are feveral episodes in his longer works , that stand in supreme dignity without a זי i rival ; yet all that vaft reverence with rival ; 34 PREFACE .
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... stand ? Reveal the fplendors of thy throne , But fhield us with thy hand . In thee what endless wonders meet ! What various glory fhines ! The croffing rays too fiercely beat Upon our fainting minds . Angels are loft in fweet furprize ...
... stand ? Reveal the fplendors of thy throne , But fhield us with thy hand . In thee what endless wonders meet ! What various glory fhines ! The croffing rays too fiercely beat Upon our fainting minds . Angels are loft in fweet furprize ...
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... Seiz'd and bound in rigid chains , A troop of statues on the Ruffian plains , And life stands frozen in the purple veins . Atheift , forbear ; no more blafpheme : God 5 God has a thousand terrors in his name , 42 WATTS'S POEMS .
... Seiz'd and bound in rigid chains , A troop of statues on the Ruffian plains , And life stands frozen in the purple veins . Atheift , forbear ; no more blafpheme : God 5 God has a thousand terrors in his name , 42 WATTS'S POEMS .
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... Stands rais'd upon the British ifles ; " There , " faid the Lord , " to ages stand , " Firm as the everlasting hills . " In vain the Spanish ocean roar'd ; Its billows fwell'd against our shore , Its billows funk beneath thy word , With ...
... Stands rais'd upon the British ifles ; " There , " faid the Lord , " to ages stand , " Firm as the everlasting hills . " In vain the Spanish ocean roar'd ; Its billows fwell'd against our shore , Its billows funk beneath thy word , With ...
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Side 312 - WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God has given me more ; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
Side 345 - Nor provide against dangers in time. When death or old age shall stare in my face, What a wretch shall I be in the end of my days, If I trifle away all their prime...
Side 82 - 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.
Side 348 - 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.
Side 145 - 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.
Side 349 - Where they sought Him, there they found Him, With His virgin mother by. See the lovely babe a-dressing; Lovely infant, how He smiled!
Side 30 - Chained to His throne a volume lies, With all the fates of men; With every angel's form and size, Drawn by th
Side 318 - 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.
Side 82 - Where's thy sting ?" And " Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?
Side 322 - Jesus, who reigns above the sky And keeps the world in awe, Was once a child as young as I, And kept his Father's law. At twelve years old he talk'd with men, (The Jews all wondering stand) Yet he obey'd his mother then, And came at her command.