The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen51,Página 2C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... praise be thine , not human praise ? While heaven's higħ host on hallelujahs live ? O may I breathe no longer , than I breathe My foul in praife to Him , who gave my foul , And all her infinite of profpect fair , 375 380 Cut through the ...
... praise be thine , not human praise ? While heaven's higħ host on hallelujahs live ? O may I breathe no longer , than I breathe My foul in praife to Him , who gave my foul , And all her infinite of profpect fair , 375 380 Cut through the ...
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... praise ! 440 First - born of Ether ! high in fields of light ! 445 theme . View man , to see the glory of your God ! Could angels envy , they had envy'd here ; And fome did envy ; and the reft , though gods , Yet ftill gods unredeem'd ...
... praise ! 440 First - born of Ether ! high in fields of light ! 445 theme . View man , to see the glory of your God ! Could angels envy , they had envy'd here ; And fome did envy ; and the reft , though gods , Yet ftill gods unredeem'd ...
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... praise ; While Here , of corps ethereal , fuch enroll'd , And fummon'd to the glorious Standard foon , 535 540 545 Which flames eternal crimson through the skies . Nor are our brothers thoughtless of their kin , Yet abfent ; but not ...
... praise ; While Here , of corps ethereal , fuch enroll'd , And fummon'd to the glorious Standard foon , 535 540 545 Which flames eternal crimson through the skies . Nor are our brothers thoughtless of their kin , Yet abfent ; but not ...
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... praise ! Or fathom thy profound of love to man ! 585 590 To man of men the meaneft , ev'n to me ; My facrifice ! my God ! -what things are thefe ! 595 What then art Thou ? by what name fhall I call Thee ? Knew I the name devout ...
... praise ! Or fathom thy profound of love to man ! 585 590 To man of men the meaneft , ev'n to me ; My facrifice ! my God ! -what things are thefe ! 595 What then art Thou ? by what name fhall I call Thee ? Knew I the name devout ...
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... praise ? Rife odours sweet from incense uninflam`d ? Devotion , when lukewarm , is undevout ; But when it glows , its heat is ftruck to heaven ; To human hearts her golden harps.are ftrung ; High heaven's orchestra chaunts amen to man ...
... praise ? Rife odours sweet from incense uninflam`d ? Devotion , when lukewarm , is undevout ; But when it glows , its heat is ftruck to heaven ; To human hearts her golden harps.are ftrung ; High heaven's orchestra chaunts amen to man ...
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Página 40 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Página 5 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood.
Página 32 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Página 146 - Its tenure sure ; its income is divine. High-built abundance, heap on heap ! for what ? To breed new wants, and beggar us the more ; Then, make a richer scramble for the throng...
Página 249 - All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
Página 62 - Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
Página 5 - The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss : to give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke 1 feel the solemn sound.
Página 4 - Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness! solemn sisters! twins From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought To reason, and on reason build resolve...
Página 52 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
Página 80 - Though yet unsung, as deem'd, perhaps, too bold ? Angels are men of a superior kind ; Angels are men in lighter habit clad, High o'er celestial mountains wing'd in flight ; And men are angels, loaded for an hour, Who wade this miry vale, and climb with pain, And slippery step, the bottom of the steep.