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Side 42
O ' er the moistened Upon the sapphire deep , its sails unfurled , fields Tardily
glides along the fisher ' s boat , A tender green is spread ; the bladed grass Its
shadow moving o ' er the moveless tide , Shoots forth exuberant ; th ' awakening
...
O ' er the moistened Upon the sapphire deep , its sails unfurled , fields Tardily
glides along the fisher ' s boat , A tender green is spread ; the bladed grass Its
shadow moving o ' er the moveless tide , Shoots forth exuberant ; th ' awakening
...
Side 55
A thousand vegetative serpents grow ; WHERE seas of glass with gay reflection
In shining rays the scaly monster spreads smile O ' er ten square leagues his far -
diverging Round the green coasts of Java ' s palmy isle , heads ; A spacious ...
A thousand vegetative serpents grow ; WHERE seas of glass with gay reflection
In shining rays the scaly monster spreads smile O ' er ten square leagues his far -
diverging Round the green coasts of Java ' s palmy isle , heads ; A spacious ...
Side 234
... injared Africa ! the Negro spare ! ” Which served my weak thought for a She
started from her trance ! - and , ronnd guidethe shore , That Britannia , renowned
o ' er the waves | Beheld her sapplicating sons once more , For the hatred , she ...
... injared Africa ! the Negro spare ! ” Which served my weak thought for a She
started from her trance ! - and , ronnd guidethe shore , That Britannia , renowned
o ' er the waves | Beheld her sapplicating sons once more , For the hatred , she ...
Side 257
Like giant - spectres of the land ; So should all spenk : 80 reason speaks in all :
Or o ' er the dead like mourners hang , Prom the soft whispers of that God in man
, Bent down by speechless sorrow ' s pang ; Why fly to folly , why to frenzy fly ...
Like giant - spectres of the land ; So should all spenk : 80 reason speaks in all :
Or o ' er the dead like mourners hang , Prom the soft whispers of that God in man
, Bent down by speechless sorrow ' s pang ; Why fly to folly , why to frenzy fly ...
Side 277
Moral and sacred poetry Thomas Willcocks. Flinging o ' er earth his golden
shower , Till vale and mountain blaze ; But shows , O Lord , one beam of thine :
What then the day where thou dost shine ! Their eyes all sanctity and love , Their
wings ...
Moral and sacred poetry Thomas Willcocks. Flinging o ' er earth his golden
shower , Till vale and mountain blaze ; But shows , O Lord , one beam of thine :
What then the day where thou dost shine ! Their eyes all sanctity and love , Their
wings ...
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Side 232 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Side 90 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan. Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Side 83 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory.
Side 182 - Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost ; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away.
Side 118 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Side 216 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Side 21 - LET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Side 164 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing. Plenteous...
Side 228 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Side 176 - Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Moral and sacred poetry, selected by T. Willcocks and T. Horton |
| Forfatter | Moral and sacred poetry |
| Redaktør | Thomas Willcocks |
| udgivet | 1829 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 28. mar 2006 |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |