The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best Writers ...

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Paraclete Potter, 1811 - 253 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 205 - want spectators, God want praise} Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. All these .with ceaseless praise his works behold, Both day and night. How often, from the steep Of echoing hill, or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each- to others* note,
Strana 31 - If thine enemy be hungry, give him bread to eat; and if he be thirsty, give him water to drink. He that planted the ear, shall he not hear ? He that formed the eye, shall he not see ? I have been young, and now I am old ; yet have I never
Strana 230 - dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea,. I am lord of the fowl and the brute. Oh ! solitude ! where are the charms, That sages have seen in thy face f Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Strana 241 - Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, .And spread the truth from pole to pole. What tho' in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball 1
Strana 204 - obey ; so God ordains. With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike, Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads
Strana 192 - obey ; so God ordains. With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike, Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun "When first on this delightful land he spreads
Strana 236 - Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow ^Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise* Join voices all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven's gate ascend, Bear on your wings, and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
Strana 67 - far from me vanity and lies. Give me neither poverty nor riches. Feed me with food convenient for me : lest I be full, and deny thee ; and" say, who is the Lord ? or lest I be poor, and steal ; and take

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