The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 45Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... hills " are fhaken because he is wroth : There goes a smoke up out of his noftrils , and fire out of his mouth devour- " eth , coals are kindled by it . He bows the heavens , " and comes down , and darkness is under his feet . " The ...
... hills " are fhaken because he is wroth : There goes a smoke up out of his noftrils , and fire out of his mouth devour- " eth , coals are kindled by it . He bows the heavens , " and comes down , and darkness is under his feet . " The ...
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... hills ; Those Heavens are fairer than they seem ; There pleasures all fincere glide on in crystal rills , There not a dreg of guilt defiles , Nor grief disturbs the stream . That Canaan knows no noxious thing , No curfed foil 7 That ...
... hills ; Those Heavens are fairer than they seem ; There pleasures all fincere glide on in crystal rills , There not a dreg of guilt defiles , Nor grief disturbs the stream . That Canaan knows no noxious thing , No curfed foil 7 That ...
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... hills . " In vain the Spanish ocean roar'd ; Its billows fwell'd against our shore , Its billows funk beneath thy word , With all the floating war they bore . Come , faid the fons of bloody Rome , Let us provide new arms from hell : And ...
... hills . " In vain the Spanish ocean roar'd ; Its billows fwell'd against our shore , Its billows funk beneath thy word , With all the floating war they bore . Come , faid the fons of bloody Rome , Let us provide new arms from hell : And ...
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... And lefs of glory faw . But now the everlasting hills Through every chink appear , And fomething of the joy the feels While the ' s a prisoner here . The The fhines of heaven rush sweetly in At all the 62 POEMS . WATTS'S.
... And lefs of glory faw . But now the everlasting hills Through every chink appear , And fomething of the joy the feels While the ' s a prisoner here . The The fhines of heaven rush sweetly in At all the 62 POEMS . WATTS'S.
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... hill The circling limits draw . Hark ! The fhrill echoes of the trumpet roar , And call the trembling armies near ; Slow and unwilling they appear , Rails kept them from the mount before , Now from the rails their fear : ' Twas the fame ...
... hill The circling limits draw . Hark ! The fhrill echoes of the trumpet roar , And call the trembling armies near ; Slow and unwilling they appear , Rails kept them from the mount before , Now from the rails their fear : ' Twas the fame ...
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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.