The poetical works, Latin and English, of Vincent BourneW.P. Grant, 1838 - 320 páginas |
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Página 28 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth 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.
Página 72 - O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Página 48 - That face, alas! no more is fair, Those lips no longer red; Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. But, hark! the cock has warned me hence; A long and last adieu ! Come see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you.
Página 18 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts • My daily thanks employ, ' Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 26 - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.
Página 16 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise : II.
Página 124 - LITTLE inmate, full of mirth, Chirping on my kitchen hearth, Wheresoe'er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good, Pay me for thy warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet ; In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I can give.
Página 24 - When, rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker,. face to face, O how shall I appear...
Página 20 - How are Thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence ! Eternal Wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence.
Página 16 - To all my weak complaints and cries, Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in pray'r. V. Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd , L VI.