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Side 44
... pain , At length repair his vigour lost , And breathe , and walk again : The meanest flow'ret of the vale , The simplest note that swells the gale , The common sun , the air , the skies , To him are opening paradise . SUMMER . THOMSON ...
... pain , At length repair his vigour lost , And breathe , and walk again : The meanest flow'ret of the vale , The simplest note that swells the gale , The common sun , the air , the skies , To him are opening paradise . SUMMER . THOMSON ...
Side 64
... pain , But thus to a Primrose begins to complain : " I envy your mood , that can patient abide " The respect paid that Fox - glove , his airs and his pride : " There you sit , still the same , with your colourless cheek ; But you have ...
... pain , But thus to a Primrose begins to complain : " I envy your mood , that can patient abide " The respect paid that Fox - glove , his airs and his pride : " There you sit , still the same , with your colourless cheek ; But you have ...
Side 71
... pain , Freedom in bondage , light in gloom , Through earthly losses , heavenly gain , And Life IMMORTAL through the TOMB . 1 THE BEE . COTTON . THE active Bee on summer morn , Ranges o'er field and verdant lawn ; Studious to husband ...
... pain , Freedom in bondage , light in gloom , Through earthly losses , heavenly gain , And Life IMMORTAL through the TOMB . 1 THE BEE . COTTON . THE active Bee on summer morn , Ranges o'er field and verdant lawn ; Studious to husband ...
Side 77
... pains , For which , I trow , the gaping crowd Requites him oft with plaudits loud . But , stopped awhile thy wanton play , Applauses too , thy feats repay , For then , beneath some urchin's hand , With modest pride thou takest thy stand ...
... pains , For which , I trow , the gaping crowd Requites him oft with plaudits loud . But , stopped awhile thy wanton play , Applauses too , thy feats repay , For then , beneath some urchin's hand , With modest pride thou takest thy stand ...
Side 79
... pain in gen'rous pride , Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side ; But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast , Till death , and when he groans , he groans his last ! THE LION . YOUNG . FIERCE o'er the sands the lordly Lion ...
... pain in gen'rous pride , Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side ; But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast , Till death , and when he groans , he groans his last ! THE LION . YOUNG . FIERCE o'er the sands the lordly Lion ...
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angels ANON art thou beam beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss blood divine bloom breast breath bright charms clouds COWPER dark dead death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth EDMESTON eternal fair fear flowers gale gaze Gethsemane gloom glorious glory golden grace grave hand HAREBELL harp hast hath hear heart heaven hope hosannas hour immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King light living Lord mercy mighty morning mortal mountains muse nature's night o'er pale peace poison'd POLLOK praise pride quire rapture reign rill rise rose round scene seraphs shade shine sigh sight silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring staind Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thro throne tomb trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds 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 19 - 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...