The Works of the English Poets: WattsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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Halaman 15
... sound , and delicacy of expreffion , they have given a relish to . blafphemies of the harshest kind ; and when they rant . at their Maker in fonorous numbers , they fancy them- felves to have acted the hero well . . Thus almost in vain ...
... sound , and delicacy of expreffion , they have given a relish to . blafphemies of the harshest kind ; and when they rant . at their Maker in fonorous numbers , they fancy them- felves to have acted the hero well . . Thus almost in vain ...
Halaman 71
... sounds break through the smoaky cloud : Sent from the All - creating tongue , A flight of cherubs guard the words along , And bear their fiery law to the retreating crowd . " I am the Lord : ' Tis I proclaim " That glorious and that ...
... sounds break through the smoaky cloud : Sent from the All - creating tongue , A flight of cherubs guard the words along , And bear their fiery law to the retreating crowd . " I am the Lord : ' Tis I proclaim " That glorious and that ...
Halaman 104
... Sounds fweet from every ftring . Hark , how beyond the narrow bounds Of time and space they run , And fpeak in moft majestic sounds , The godhead of the Son . How on the Father's breaft he lay , The darling of his foul , Infinite years ...
... Sounds fweet from every ftring . Hark , how beyond the narrow bounds Of time and space they run , And fpeak in moft majestic sounds , The godhead of the Son . How on the Father's breaft he lay , The darling of his foul , Infinite years ...
Halaman 110
... Sound out thine own eternal praise ; A song so vast , a theme fo high , Calls for the voice that tun'd the sky . PARDON and SANCTIFICATION . Y crimes awake ; and hideous fear MY Distracts my restless mind , Guilt meets my eyes with ...
... Sound out thine own eternal praise ; A song so vast , a theme fo high , Calls for the voice that tun'd the sky . PARDON and SANCTIFICATION . Y crimes awake ; and hideous fear MY Distracts my restless mind , Guilt meets my eyes with ...
Halaman 135
... Sound from a mortal tongue . His charms fhall make my numbers flow , And hold the falling floods , While filence fits on every bough , And bends the liftening woods . I'll carve our paffion on the bark , And every wounded tree Shall ...
... Sound from a mortal tongue . His charms fhall make my numbers flow , And hold the falling floods , While filence fits on every bough , And bends the liftening woods . I'll carve our paffion on the bark , And every wounded tree Shall ...
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Istilah dan frasa umum
adore aftra Almighty angels Behold beneath bleffings bleft blifs breaſt breath bright charms chearful command curfed darkneſs dear death defign defire delight divine Dreft duft dwell earth eternal everlaſting eyes facred faints fair falute fame fcenes feas fenfe fhades fhall fhining fhould fight filence fing fkies flain flame fleep fleſh fmile fome fong forrows foul fovereign fpirits friendſhip ftand ftill ftrong fuch fweet glory grace groans heart heaven heavenly hell honours immortal Jefus joys juft King light loft Lord mind mortal mourn Mufe Muſe muſt numbers o'er paffion pain Pindaric pleaſe pleaſure powers praife praiſe purſue raiſe reft reigns rife riſe round ſcenes ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky ſmiling SONG ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtream ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne thunder tongue vaft whofe wings
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Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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...
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.