Sacred poetry: consisting of selections from the works of the most admired writers, ed. by H. StebbingHenry Stebbing Scott, Webster, and Geary, 1832 - 496 strán (strany) |
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Strana 8
... dead their bonds of slumber burst . Low bow'd thy head convulsed , and droop'd in death , Thy voice sent forth a sad and wailing cry ; Slow struggled from thy breast the parting breath , And every limb was wrung with agony . That head ...
... dead their bonds of slumber burst . Low bow'd thy head convulsed , and droop'd in death , Thy voice sent forth a sad and wailing cry ; Slow struggled from thy breast the parting breath , And every limb was wrung with agony . That head ...
Strana 21
... dead t ' arise ; And open tombs , and open eyes , To the long sluggards of five thousand years ! This mightier sound shall make its hearers ears . Then shall the scatter'd atoms crowding come Back to their ancient home . Some from birds ...
... dead t ' arise ; And open tombs , and open eyes , To the long sluggards of five thousand years ! This mightier sound shall make its hearers ears . Then shall the scatter'd atoms crowding come Back to their ancient home . Some from birds ...
Strana 30
... dead , But mercy boundless saves his guilty head ; Gives him protection , and allows him bread . Does not the sinner , whom no danger awes , Without restraint his infamy pursue , Rejoice , and glory in it too ; Laugh at the power divine ...
... dead , But mercy boundless saves his guilty head ; Gives him protection , and allows him bread . Does not the sinner , whom no danger awes , Without restraint his infamy pursue , Rejoice , and glory in it too ; Laugh at the power divine ...
Strana 34
... . When future crops , in silent hoards , Sleep for awhile , to service dead ; Thy emblem this , O Grave ! affords The path to life , which all must tread SELF - DENIAL . A Dialogue between the Flesh and 34 SACRED POETRY .
... . When future crops , in silent hoards , Sleep for awhile , to service dead ; Thy emblem this , O Grave ! affords The path to life , which all must tread SELF - DENIAL . A Dialogue between the Flesh and 34 SACRED POETRY .
Strana 37
... dead asleep on Venus's lap : Thy brains are tipled with some wanton's eyes . Thy reason is become lust's sacrifice . Playing a game at folly , thou hast lost Thy wit and soul , and winnest to thy cost . Thy soul now in a filthy channel ...
... dead asleep on Venus's lap : Thy brains are tipled with some wanton's eyes . Thy reason is become lust's sacrifice . Playing a game at folly , thou hast lost Thy wit and soul , and winnest to thy cost . Thy soul now in a filthy channel ...
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Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Selections from the Works of the Most Admired ... Henry Stebbing Úplné zobrazenie - 1832 |
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angels art thou beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blood breast breath bright CHARLES WESLEY CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT cheer Christ clouds COUNT ZINZENDORF dark dead dear death divine doth dread dust dwell earth eternal eyes faith Father fear flesh flow foes friends glorious glory glows God's grace grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope HORATIUS BONAR hour HYMN immortal Ithuriel King Lamb Lamb of God life's light live Lord mercy morn mortal mountains mourn ne'er night o'er pain peace pleasure praise pray prayer RAY PALMER rest rise sacred Satan Saviour Selia seraph shade shine sing sinners sins skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sweet talked of Jesus tears tempest thee thine things Thou art Thou hast Thou wilt thought throne Thy love trembling Twas unto voice weary weep word
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Strana 451 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Strana 103 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Strana 336 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Strana 88 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, "While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide ; Oh, receive my soul at last...
Strana 99 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Strana 450 - WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. O, how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart ! But Thou canst read it there.
Strana 81 - That thus they all shall meet in future days; There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Strana 337 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
Strana 190 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Strana 100 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.