The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Bind 561790 |
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... o'er the killing smart , And buys my pleasure with his pains . Or if I climb th ' eternal hills Where the dear Conqueror fits enthron'd , Still in his heart compaffion dwells , Near the memorials of his wound : How fhall a pardon'd ...
... o'er the killing smart , And buys my pleasure with his pains . Or if I climb th ' eternal hills Where the dear Conqueror fits enthron'd , Still in his heart compaffion dwells , Near the memorials of his wound : How fhall a pardon'd ...
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... o'er the fins ( a heavy load ) He bore upon the tree , Inward I blufh with fecret shame , And weep , and love , and bless the name [ for me : That knew not guilt nor grief his own , but bare it all Next he defcribes the thorns he wore ...
... o'er the fins ( a heavy load ) He bore upon the tree , Inward I blufh with fecret shame , And weep , and love , and bless the name [ for me : That knew not guilt nor grief his own , but bare it all Next he defcribes the thorns he wore ...
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... Emanuel was there : And o'er the head The conqueror fpread The banner of his love . Then why my heart funk down fo low ? Why do my eyes diffolve and flow , And And hopeless nature mourn ? Review , my foul , 28 WATTS's POEMS .
... Emanuel was there : And o'er the head The conqueror fpread The banner of his love . Then why my heart funk down fo low ? Why do my eyes diffolve and flow , And And hopeless nature mourn ? Review , my foul , 28 WATTS's POEMS .
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... tears , And spy afar his rolling throne ; His chariot through the cleaving spheres Shall bring the bright Beloved down . VOL . LVI . D Swift 1 Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills , My LYRIC POEMS , BOOK I. 33 Forfaken, yet hoping,
... tears , And spy afar his rolling throne ; His chariot through the cleaving spheres Shall bring the bright Beloved down . VOL . LVI . D Swift 1 Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills , My LYRIC POEMS , BOOK I. 33 Forfaken, yet hoping,
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English poets. Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills , My foul fprings out to meet him high , Then the fair Conqueror turns his wheels , And climbs the manfions of the sky . There fmiling joy for ever reigns , No more the turtle leaves the ...
English poets. Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills , My foul fprings out to meet him high , Then the fair Conqueror turns his wheels , And climbs the manfions of the sky . There fmiling joy for ever reigns , No more the turtle leaves the ...
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angels Behold betimes bleffings bleft blifs blissful image breaſt breath bright charms chearful Chrift COMMON METRE darkneſs dead dear death delight divine dreft duft dwell earth endleſs eternal eyes facred faints fair falling joy falutes fame feas feat feek fenfe fhades fhall fhining fhould fight filent fing fkies flame fleſh fmiling fome fong forrows foul fovereign fpirits friendſhip ftand ftill ftreams fuch fweet glory grace grief groans Gunfton heart heaven heavenly hell honour HOSANNA immortal Jefus joys juft loft Lord mind mortal mourn Mufe Muſe muſt numbers o'er paffions pain pleafing pleaſure praiſe reft reigns rife riſe round ſcenes ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſmile SONG SONG ſpeak ſpheres ſpread ſtand ſtar ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tongue uncommon thread Urania virtues virtues whofe wings
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Side 227 - tis to see A whole assembly worship thee ! At once they sing, at once they pray ; They hear of heaven, and learn the way...
Side 227 - With thoughts of Christ, and things divine Fill up this foolish heart of mine ; That, hoping pardon through his blood, I may lie down and wake with God.
Side 240 - 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.
Side 204 - 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 231 - 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.
Side 229 - LOVE God with all your soul and strength, With all your heart and mind ; And love your neighbour as yourself ; Be faithful, just, and kind. Deal with another, as you'd have Another deal with you. What you're unwilling to receive, Be sure you never do.
Side 203 - Blest be the Lord that sent his Son To take our flesh and blood : He for our lives gave up his own To make our peace with God. He honour'd all his Father's laws, Which we have disobey'd : He bore our sins upon the cross, And our full ransom paid.
Side 234 - ABROAD in the meadows, to see the young lambs Run sporting about by the side of their dams, With fleeces so clean and so white ; Or a nest of young doves in a large open cage, When they play all in love, without anger or rage, How much...
Side 28 - Aloft their sooty banners rear Round my poor captive soul, and dare Pronounce me prisoner of hell. But thou, my Sun, and thou, my Shield, Wilt save me in the bloody field ; Break, glorious Brightness, shoot one glimmering ray, One glance of thine creates a day, And drives the troops of hell away. Happy the times, but ah ! the times are gone When wondrous power and radiant grace Round the tall arches of the temple...
Side 14 - Now let my faith grow strong, and rise, And view my Lord in all his love ; Look back to hear his dying cries, Then mount and see his throne above.