 And not by thunders strewed Was thy tempestuous road ; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. But thee, a soft and naked child, Thy mother undefiled. In the rude manger laid to rest From off her virgin breast. The heavens were not commanded to...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 1281820Full view - About this book
 | 1820 - 876 lehte
...would'st not speak. • • • On her return, the maiden sings a hymn, of which the following beautiful verses form a part. They scarcely shrink from a comparison...wert born of woman ! thou didst come, Oh Holiest ! to thisworld of sin and gloom, Not in thy dread omnipotent array ; And not by thunders strew'd Was thy... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1820 - 616 lehte
...knowest, Merciful! That knowest all things, and dost ever turn Thine eye of pity on our guilty nature. For thou wert born of woman ! thou didst come, Oh...in thy dread omnipotent array ; And not by thunders strow'd Was thy tempestuous road; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. But thee, a soft and... | |
 | 1820 - 632 lehte
...knoweat, Merciful ! That knowest all things, and dost ever turn Thine eye of pity on our guilty nature. For thou wert born of woman ! thou didst come, Oh...in thy dread omnipotent array ; And not by thunders strow'd Was thy tempestuous road ; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. But thee, a soft and... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1820 - 628 lehte
...knowest, Merciful ! That knowest all things, and dost'ever turn Thine eye of pity on our guilty nature. For thou wert born of woman ! thou didst come, Oh...in thy dread omnipotent array ; And not by thunders strow'd Was thy tempestuous road ; Nor indignation burnt before theeon thy way. But thee, a soft and... | |
 | 1820 - 866 lehte
...Merciful! That knowest all things, mid dost ever turn Thine eye of pity on our guilty nature. Tor thon wert born of woman ! thou didst come. Oh Holiest!...world of sin and gloom, Not in thy dread omnipotent nrrny ; And not by thunders strew'd Was thy tempestuous road ; Nor indignation burnt before thee on... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 lehte
...beam, Almighty to avenge, Almightiest to redeem ! FOR thou wert born of woman ! thou didst come, O Holiest ! to this world of sin and gloom, Not in thy dread omnipotent array ; And not by thunders strewM was thy tempestuous road ; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. But thee, a soft and... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1827 - 404 lehte
...knowest all things, and dost ever turn Thine eye of pity on our guilty nature ; ' Formerly, pomelime ago. For thou wert born of woman : thou didst come, Oh...in thy dread omnipotent array ; And not by thunders strewed Was thy tempestuous road : Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. But thee, a soft and... | |
 | Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 334 lehte
...tbrough sight of those fair things FOR thon wast horn of woman ! thou didst come, • Oh Holiest I to this world of sin and gloom, Not in thy dread omnipotent array ; And not hy thunders strew'd Was thy tempestuous road ; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. But thee,... | |
 | Henry BROUGHAM (Rector of Tallow.) - 1832 - 202 lehte
...lay an infant in the manger ef Bethlehem, " in all points made like unto us," sin only excepted. •" For thou wert born of woman ! Thou didst come, Oh...in thy dread omnipotent array ; And not by thunders strewed Was thy tempestuous road ; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way; But thee, a soft and... | |
 | Samuel Lorenzo Knapp - 1832 - 312 lehte
...that his productions will soon become as fashionable as those of Byron and Moore. ODE, TO THE SAVIOUR. For thou wert born of woman ! thou didst come, Oh Holiest ! to this world of sin and gloom, Not hi thy dread omnipotent array, And not by thunders strew'd Was thy tempestuous road; Nor indignation... | |
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