The temple: sacred poems, and private ejaculations. To which is added, a biographical sketch of the author. [Followed by] The synagogue [by C. Harvey].1799 |
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Página xix
... the noble ; but bleffed be the meek , and blessed be the poor , and bleed be the mourners , for they fhall be comforted— And yet , Oh God ! moft carry themselves fo , as if they not only not defired , but even feared to OF THE AUTHOR . xix.
... the noble ; but bleffed be the meek , and blessed be the poor , and bleed be the mourners , for they fhall be comforted— And yet , Oh God ! moft carry themselves fo , as if they not only not defired , but even feared to OF THE AUTHOR . xix.
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... blessed streams ! either you do prevent And stop our fins from growing thick and wide , Or else give tears to drown them , as they grow . In your redemption measures all my time , And spreads the plaifter equal to the crime : You taught ...
... blessed streams ! either you do prevent And stop our fins from growing thick and wide , Or else give tears to drown them , as they grow . In your redemption measures all my time , And spreads the plaifter equal to the crime : You taught ...
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... blessed maid , And mother of my God , in my distress : Thou art the holy mine , whence came the gold , The great reftorative for all decay In young and old ; Thou art the cabinet where the jewel lay : Chiefly to thee would I my foul ...
... blessed maid , And mother of my God , in my distress : Thou art the holy mine , whence came the gold , The great reftorative for all decay In young and old ; Thou art the cabinet where the jewel lay : Chiefly to thee would I my foul ...
Página 164
... bless , hath twelve : one wheel doth rife To twenty then , or more . But when thou doft on business blow , It hangs , it clogs : Not all the teams of Albion in a row Can heal or draw it out of door . Legs are but ftumps , and Pharaoh's ...
... bless , hath twelve : one wheel doth rife To twenty then , or more . But when thou doft on business blow , It hangs , it clogs : Not all the teams of Albion in a row Can heal or draw it out of door . Legs are but ftumps , and Pharaoh's ...
Página 179
... over day and night . Surely thy fweet and wond'rous love Shall measure all my days : And as it never fhall remove , So neither fhall my praife . 1 . WHE Mary Magdalen . HEN blessed Mary wip'd her Saviour's THE CHURCH . 479.
... over day and night . Surely thy fweet and wond'rous love Shall measure all my days : And as it never fhall remove , So neither fhall my praife . 1 . WHE Mary Magdalen . HEN blessed Mary wip'd her Saviour's THE CHURCH . 479.
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 97 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Página 179 - I aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And thy book alone. Though I fail, I weep : Though I halt in pace, Yet I creep To the throne of grace.
Página xix - ... and competent maintenance. - So that now if they do not well, the fault cannot be charged on you, whose example and care of them will justify you both to the world and your own conscience...
Página 90 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Página 59 - O let me, when thy roof my soul hath hid, O let me roost and nestle there : Then of a sinner thou art rid, And I of hope and fear. Yet take thy way ; for sure thy way is best : Stretch or contract me thy poor debtor : This is but tuning of my breast, To make the music better.
Página 13 - THOU, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure : A verse may find him, who a Sermon flies, And turn delight into a Sacrifice.
Página 132 - Not, that he may not here Taste of the cheer : But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head ; So must he sip, and think Of better drink He may attain to, after he is dead.
Página 144 - Just as I went, None goes that way And lives. If that be all, said I, After so foul a journey death is fair, And but a chair.
Página 78 - Christ hath took in this piece of ground, And made a garden there for those Who want herbs for their wound.
Página 126 - I met a reverend good old man : Whom when for Peace I did demand, he thus began ; There was a Prince of old At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase Of flock and fold.