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... glorious Prefence of Chrift in Heaven = Hymn . The Joys of Heaven Hymn . The Excellency of the Scriptures Song of Praife . To the Ever - bleffed Trinity THE POETICAL PRECEPTOR . TH MILTON . THE MORNING HYMN xviii CONTENTS .
... glorious Prefence of Chrift in Heaven = Hymn . The Joys of Heaven Hymn . The Excellency of the Scriptures Song of Praife . To the Ever - bleffed Trinity THE POETICAL PRECEPTOR . TH MILTON . THE MORNING HYMN xviii CONTENTS .
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... song ; There patient fhew'd us the wide course to steer , A candid cenfor , and a friend fevere ; There taught us how to live ; and ( oh ! too high The price for knowledge ) taught us how to die . Thou hill , whofe brow the antique ...
... song ; There patient fhew'd us the wide course to steer , A candid cenfor , and a friend fevere ; There taught us how to live ; and ( oh ! too high The price for knowledge ) taught us how to die . Thou hill , whofe brow the antique ...
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... song : Yet , your kind heav'nly Father bends his eye On the leaft wing that flits beneath the sky . To Him they fing , when spring renews the plain , To Him they cry , in winter's pinching reign ; Nor is their music , nor their plaint ...
... song : Yet , your kind heav'nly Father bends his eye On the leaft wing that flits beneath the sky . To Him they fing , when spring renews the plain , To Him they cry , in winter's pinching reign ; Nor is their music , nor their plaint ...
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... song , May hope , chafte Eve , to foothe thy modeft ear , Like thy own folemn springs , Thy fprings , and dying gales ; O nymph referv'd , while now the bright - hair'd fun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ...
... song , May hope , chafte Eve , to foothe thy modeft ear , Like thy own folemn springs , Thy fprings , and dying gales ; O nymph referv'd , while now the bright - hair'd fun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ...
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... song . " To bring her food I'll range the fields , " And cull the best of ev'ry kind ; " Whatever nature's bounty yields , " And love's affiduous care can find . " And when my lovely mate would stray , " To taste the fummer fweets at ...
... song . " To bring her food I'll range the fields , " And cull the best of ev'ry kind ; " Whatever nature's bounty yields , " And love's affiduous care can find . " And when my lovely mate would stray , " To taste the fummer fweets at ...
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Page 100 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 7 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 227 - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 128 - That cast an awful Look below; Whose ragged Walls the Ivy creeps, And with her Arms from...
Page 30 - Lo ! these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd, And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield. Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day ! So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others good, or melt at others woe.
Page 105 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Page 225 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 201 - Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 86 - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challenged, these she held right dear ; Ne would esteem him act as mought behove Who should not honour'd eld with these revere ; For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.
Page 32 - And hail, my son," the reverend sire replied ; Words follow'd words, from question answer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road ; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart : Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around.