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... Love , and Praife : 2. O how shall Words with equal Warmth The Gratitude declare That glows within my ravish'd Heart ? But Thou canst read it there . 3. Thy Providence my Life fuftain'd , And all my Wants redreft , When in the filent ...
... Love , and Praife : 2. O how shall Words with equal Warmth The Gratitude declare That glows within my ravish'd Heart ? But Thou canst read it there . 3. Thy Providence my Life fuftain'd , And all my Wants redreft , When in the filent ...
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... Love of facred Song , but chief Thee , Sion , and the flow'ry Brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd Feet , and warbling flow , Nightly I vifit : Nor fometimes forget Thofe other two equal'd with me in Fate , So were I equal'd with them ...
... Love of facred Song , but chief Thee , Sion , and the flow'ry Brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd Feet , and warbling flow , Nightly I vifit : Nor fometimes forget Thofe other two equal'd with me in Fate , So were I equal'd with them ...
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... Love's Embraces met . The CREATION finifh'd and furvey'd . MILTON . ERE finish'd he , and all that he had made View'd , and behold all was entirely good ; So Ev'n and Morn accomplish'd the fixth Day : Yet not till the Creator from his ...
... Love's Embraces met . The CREATION finifh'd and furvey'd . MILTON . ERE finish'd he , and all that he had made View'd , and behold all was entirely good ; So Ev'n and Morn accomplish'd the fixth Day : Yet not till the Creator from his ...
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... Love . Wide flush the Fields ; the foftening Air.is Bains ; ) Echo the Mountains round ; the Foreft fmiles ; And every Senfe , and every Heart is Joy . Then comes thy Glory in the Summer Months , With Light and Heat refulgent . Then thy ...
... Love . Wide flush the Fields ; the foftening Air.is Bains ; ) Echo the Mountains round ; the Foreft fmiles ; And every Senfe , and every Heart is Joy . Then comes thy Glory in the Summer Months , With Light and Heat refulgent . Then thy ...
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... Love not fmiles around , Sustaining all yon ' Orbs , and all their Sons ; From feeming Evil ftill educing Good , And Better thence again , and Better still , In infinite Progreffion.But I lofe My- Myfelf in Him , in Light ineffable ...
... Love not fmiles around , Sustaining all yon ' Orbs , and all their Sons ; From feeming Evil ftill educing Good , And Better thence again , and Better still , In infinite Progreffion.But I lofe My- Myfelf in Him , in Light ineffable ...
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Page 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Page 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Page 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Page 101 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Page 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Page 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.