The minstrel, a collection of moral and religious poems1824 |
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... stand Thou still On the Deity ... ..... Address to the Deity .. Life compared to a Stream Man was made to Mourn ... .Butcher Barbauld 75 • Young 76 ...... · Prior 76 ... Young 77 ........ The Poor Slave Death ... On Death .. God the ...
... stand Thou still On the Deity ... ..... Address to the Deity .. Life compared to a Stream Man was made to Mourn ... .Butcher Barbauld 75 • Young 76 ...... · Prior 76 ... Young 77 ........ The Poor Slave Death ... On Death .. God the ...
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... stand ; " Take this faint glimmering of thyself away , " Or break into my soul with perfect day ! " This said , expanded lay the sacred text , The balm , the light , the guide of souls perplex'd . Thus the benighted traveller that ...
... stand ; " Take this faint glimmering of thyself away , " Or break into my soul with perfect day ! " This said , expanded lay the sacred text , The balm , the light , the guide of souls perplex'd . Thus the benighted traveller that ...
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... stand aloof ! Murder , like an eagle , waits Perch'd above the gloomy gates , Just in act to pounce his prey ; Come not near- -away ! away ! Let not plighted faith beguile ; Honour s semblance , beauty's smile : Fierce Ambition's venom ...
... stand aloof ! Murder , like an eagle , waits Perch'd above the gloomy gates , Just in act to pounce his prey ; Come not near- -away ! away ! Let not plighted faith beguile ; Honour s semblance , beauty's smile : Fierce Ambition's venom ...
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... stand , and stretch my view to either state : Teach me to quit this transitory scene , With decent triumph , and a look serene ; Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high , And having liv'd to thee , in thee to die . THE VANITY OF HUMAN ...
... stand , and stretch my view to either state : Teach me to quit this transitory scene , With decent triumph , and a look serene ; Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high , And having liv'd to thee , in thee to die . THE VANITY OF HUMAN ...
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... stand , Law in his voice , and fortune in his hand : To him the church , the realm , their pow'rs con- sign , Thro ' him the rays of regal bounty shine , Still to new heights his restless wishes tow'r , Claim leads to claim , and pow'r ...
... stand , Law in his voice , and fortune in his hand : To him the church , the realm , their pow'rs con- sign , Thro ' him the rays of regal bounty shine , Still to new heights his restless wishes tow'r , Claim leads to claim , and pow'r ...
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Стр. 191 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Стр. 190 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Стр. 168 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Стр. 59 - While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Стр. 189 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Стр. 144 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Стр. 187 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
Стр. 190 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good ! Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Стр. 154 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done.
Стр. 191 - Of nature's womb; that in quaternion run Perpetual circle multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great maker still new praise.