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Side 64
Beneath automoal breezes bleak , So faintly fair , so sadly meek , I ' ve seen thee
bending , Pale as the pale blue veins that streak Consumption ' s thin ,
transparent cheek , With death hues blending , But most I love thine azure braid ,
When ...
Beneath automoal breezes bleak , So faintly fair , so sadly meek , I ' ve seen thee
bending , Pale as the pale blue veins that streak Consumption ' s thin ,
transparent cheek , With death hues blending , But most I love thine azure braid ,
When ...
Side 143
Were seen th ' afflicted multitude . SUFFER that little children come to me , Forbid
them not . Emboldened by his words , | Among them there was one , whose eye
The mothers onward press ; but , finding vain Had often seen the waters stirr ' d ...
Were seen th ' afflicted multitude . SUFFER that little children come to me , Forbid
them not . Emboldened by his words , | Among them there was one , whose eye
The mothers onward press ; but , finding vain Had often seen the waters stirr ' d ...
Side 272
Could tears revive the dead , Rivers should swell our eyes ; Could sighs recal the
spirit filed , We would not quench our sighs Till love return ' d this alter ' d mien ,
And all the embodied soul were seen , Before this mortal sball assume Its ...
Could tears revive the dead , Rivers should swell our eyes ; Could sighs recal the
spirit filed , We would not quench our sighs Till love return ' d this alter ' d mien ,
And all the embodied soul were seen , Before this mortal sball assume Its ...
Side 290
... shines the border ; With eyes up - rais ' d devoutly gazing , Mars sports his coat
of reddest hue ; And heard , “ Behold ! see there ! ama And Charles has put his
horses to : * zing ! ”But still , these sights so oft are seen , “ What can this mean ?
... shines the border ; With eyes up - rais ' d devoutly gazing , Mars sports his coat
of reddest hue ; And heard , “ Behold ! see there ! ama And Charles has put his
horses to : * zing ! ”But still , these sights so oft are seen , “ What can this mean ?
Side 291
Thou could ' st develope , if that withered tongue Might tell us what those
sightless orbs have seen , How the world looked when it was fresh and young ,
And the great Delage still had left it green - - - Or was it then so old that History ' s
pages ...
Thou could ' st develope , if that withered tongue Might tell us what those
sightless orbs have seen , How the world looked when it was fresh and young ,
And the great Delage still had left it green - - - Or was it then so old that History ' s
pages ...
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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 |