The Poetical Works of Isaac Watts and Henry Kirke White, Volumen63Houghton, Mifflin, 1881 |
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... o'er every wood and stream " 105 " Once more , and yet once more , " 105 Fragment of an Eccentric Drama 106 To a Friend 112 Lines on reading the Poems of Warton 114 Fragment " The western gale , " 115 Commencement of a Poem on Despair ...
... o'er every wood and stream " 105 " Once more , and yet once more , " 105 Fragment of an Eccentric Drama 106 To a Friend 112 Lines on reading the Poems of Warton 114 Fragment " The western gale , " 115 Commencement of a Poem on Despair ...
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... o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts " Page 195 196 BALLADS , SONGS , AND HYMNS . Gondoline 197 A Ballad " Be hushed , be hushed , ye bitter winds , " 209 The Lullaby of a Female Convict to her Child , the Night previous to Execution ...
... o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts " Page 195 196 BALLADS , SONGS , AND HYMNS . Gondoline 197 A Ballad " Be hushed , be hushed , ye bitter winds , " 209 The Lullaby of a Female Convict to her Child , the Night previous to Execution ...
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... o'er the marble meads with withering eyes , Walks o'er the solid lakes , snuffs up the wind , and dies . Fly to the polar world , my song , And mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seized and bound in rigid chains , A ...
... o'er the marble meads with withering eyes , Walks o'er the solid lakes , snuffs up the wind , and dies . Fly to the polar world , my song , And mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seized and bound in rigid chains , A ...
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... o'er the deep , And bury millions in the waves ; Earthquakes , that in midnight sleep Turn cities into heaps , and make our beds our graves ! While you dispense your mortal harms , ' Tis the Creator's voice that sounds your loud alarms ...
... o'er the deep , And bury millions in the waves ; Earthquakes , that in midnight sleep Turn cities into heaps , and make our beds our graves ! While you dispense your mortal harms , ' Tis the Creator's voice that sounds your loud alarms ...
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... O'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortured soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treasons , Prince of Grace ! The bloody Jews were traitors too , Yet thou hast pray'd for that curs'd race ...
... O'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortured soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treasons , Prince of Grace ! The bloody Jews were traitors too , Yet thou hast pray'd for that curs'd race ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels appear arms awful bear beneath bless blood breast breath bright charms clouds command dark dead dear death deep delight divine dwell earth eternal eyes face fair fear feel feet fire flame give glory grace grave grow hand happy head hear heart heaven heavenly hills honour hope immortal joys King leave letter light live look Lord meet mind mortal mourn Muse nature never night o'er once pain passion pleasure poem powers praise reigns rest rise roll round sacred scenes seas sense shades shining sight silent sing sits skies smile song sorrow soul sound spirits spread stand stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thoughts thousand throne tongue turn wild wind wings young youth
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Página 213 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Página 225 - It was my guide, my light, my all, it bade my dark forebodings cease ; and through the storm and danger's thrall it led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored — my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, for ever and for evermore, the Star— The Star of Bethlehem...
Página 339 - In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be past ; That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Página lxxxix - Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet. He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.
Página 366 - Twas to save thee, child, from dying, Save my dear from burning flame, Bitter groans and endless crying, That thy blest Redeemer came.
Página 364 - How much better thou'rt attended Than the- Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee...
Página 15 - Here the whole Deity is known ; Nor dares a creature guess, — Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace.
Página 358 - I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty, Since both of them wither and fade; But gain a good name by well doing my duty, This will scent like a rose when I'm dead.
Página lxxxix - Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.
Página 227 - Henry Kirke White died at Cambridge in October, 1806, in consequence of too much exertion in the pursuit of studies that would have matured a mind which disease and poverty could not impair, and which death itself destroyed rather than sub dued.