The Works of the English Poets: WattsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... dulge this four , this cenforious humour too far , left the facred writers fall under the lafh of their unlimited and nguarded reproaches . Let me entreat them to look into their Bibles , and remember the ftyle and way inte 16 PREFACE .
... dulge this four , this cenforious humour too far , left the facred writers fall under the lafh of their unlimited and nguarded reproaches . Let me entreat them to look into their Bibles , and remember the ftyle and way inte 16 PREFACE .
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... his holiness is mentioned , " The heavens are not " clean in his fight , he charges his angels with folly : " He looks to the moon , and it fhineth not , and the << stars C 2 " stars are not pure before his eyes : He PREFACE . 19.
... his holiness is mentioned , " The heavens are not " clean in his fight , he charges his angels with folly : " He looks to the moon , and it fhineth not , and the << stars C 2 " stars are not pure before his eyes : He PREFACE . 19.
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... Look through the clouds and blefs me with his eyes ! Creatures with all their boafted fway Are but his flaves , and must obey ; They wait their orders from above , And execute his word , the vengeance , or the love . ' Tis by a warrant ...
... Look through the clouds and blefs me with his eyes ! Creatures with all their boafted fway Are but his flaves , and must obey ; They wait their orders from above , And execute his word , the vengeance , or the love . ' Tis by a warrant ...
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... Look up , my foul , pant tow'rd th ' eternal hills ; Thofe Heavens are fairer than they feem ; There pleasures all fincere glide on in crystal rills , There not a dreg of guilt defiles , Nor grief disturbs the stream , That Canaan knows ...
... Look up , my foul , pant tow'rd th ' eternal hills ; Thofe Heavens are fairer than they feem ; There pleasures all fincere glide on in crystal rills , There not a dreg of guilt defiles , Nor grief disturbs the stream , That Canaan knows ...
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... my treafons , Prince of Grace ! The bloody Jews were traitors too , Yet thou haft pray'd for that curs'd race , " Father , they know not what they do . " E 4 Great Great advocate , look down and fee A wretch , LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 55.
... my treafons , Prince of Grace ! The bloody Jews were traitors too , Yet thou haft pray'd for that curs'd race , " Father , they know not what they do . " E 4 Great Great advocate , look down and fee A wretch , LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 55.
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Página 348 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Página 368 - Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ; Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide ; All without thy care, or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.
Página 367 - A SUMMER EVENING. How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run ! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain ; But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best ; He paints the...
Página 368 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Página 328 - How great his power is, none can tell, Nor think how large his grace ; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face.
Página 362 - If we had been ducks we might dabble in mud ; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood ; So foul and so fierce are their natures : But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures.
Página 163 - Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too! From sin and dust, to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High.
Página 338 - I lie ; Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt.
Página 359 - To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Página 100 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.