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When the dim advancing gloom Tells us that our hour is come,

Oh then have mercy! Lord!

Lord! have mercy when we know
First how vain this world below;
When the earliest gleam is given
Of Thy bright but distant Heaven!
When our darker thoughts oppress,
Doubts perplex and fears distress,
And our sadden'd spirits dwell
On the open gates of Hell,

Oh then have mercy! Lord!

Great God of Hosts! come down to rule o'er us!

Long have we pray'd for thy peaceful reign: Change this sad earth to an Eden before us ;

Make it the mansion of bliss again! Great God of Hosts! the dreadful, the glorious !

Come and set up thy kingly Throne. Over the legions of Hell victorious,

Rule in the world of thy saints alone!

EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

When our heads are bow'd with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow;
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear : Gracious Son of Mary, hear! When the sullen death-bell tolls For our own departed souls; When our final doom is near, Gracious Son of Mary, hear! Thou hast bow'd the dying head; Thou the blood of life hast shed; Thou hast fillid a mortal bier: Gracious Son of Mary, hear! When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin; When the spirit shrinks with fear, Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

When God came down from Heav'n — the living

God What signs and wonders mark'd his stately way? Brake out the winds in music where He trode ?

Shone o'er the heav'ns a brighter, softer day? The dumb began to speak, the blind to see,

And the lame leap'd, and pain and paleness fled ; The mourner's sunken eye grew bright with glee,

And from the tomb awoke the wondering dead ! When God went back to heav'n—the living God

Rode He the heavens upon a fiery car? Waved seraph-wings along his glorious road ?

Stood still to wonder each bright wandering star? Upon the cross He hung, and bow'd the head, And pray'd for them that smote, and them that

curst; And, drop by drop, his slow life-blood was shed,

And his last hour of suffering was his worst!

TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

LORD, have mercy, and remove us

Early to thy place of rest, Where the heavens are calm above us,

And as calm each sainted breast!

Thou the shame, the grief hast known, Though the sins were not thine own, Thou hast deign'd their load to bear, Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

Holiest, hear us! by the anguish

On the cross Thou didst endure, Let no more our sad hearts languish

In this weary world obscure! Gracious! - yet if our repentance

Be not perfect and sincere, Lord, suspend thy fatal sentence,

Leave us still in sadness here!
Leave us, Saviour! till our spirit

From each earthly taint is free,
Fit thy kingdom to inherit,
Fit to take its rest with Thee!

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SEVENTEENTHI SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

Great God of Hosts ! come down in thy glory!

Shake earth and heaven with thine awful tread: Seal Thou the book of our world's dark story: Summon to judgment the quick and the dead!

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THE

POETICAL WORKS

OF

JOHN KEATS.

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Page IEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS ..

V NDYMION; a Poetic Romance......

1 AMIA.

34 SABELLA, OR THE POT OF BASIL; & Story from Boccaccio.....

40 'HE EVE OF ST. AGNES.

44 (YPERION ..

48 IISCELLANEOUS POEMS:Dedication to Leigh Hunt, Esq. ..

55 “I stood tiptoe upon a little hill”.

ib. Specimen of an Induction to a Poem 57 Calidore; a Fragment....

58 To some Ladies on receiving a curious Shell 59 On receiving a Copy of Verses from the same Ladies..

ib. To To Hope

ib. Imitation of Spenser

61 “Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain" ib. Ode to a Nightingale ....

ib. Ode on a Grecian Urn.

62 Ode to Pysche

63 Fancy...

ib. Ode

64 Lines on the Mermaid Tavern

ib. Robin Hood

65 To Autumn..

ib. Ode on Melancholy.

ib. Sleep and Poetry.

66 35 *

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Pago Sonnet. To my Brother George...

69 To

ib. Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison...

ib. “How many bards gild the lapses of time!"

ib To a Friend who sent me some Roses ib. To G. A. W.......

70 “O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell"

il To my Brothers

ib Keen fitful gusts are whispering here and there" ....

ib “To one who has been long in city pent"

ib On first looking into Chapman's Homer.

ib. On leaving some Friends at an early hour

ih Addressed to Haydon...

71 the same.

ib On the Grasshopper and Cricket . il To Kosciusko...

ib. " Happy is England ! I could be content

ih The Human Seasons

ib. On a Picture of Leander

ib. To Ailsa Rock ...

ib. Epistles. To George Felton Mathew 72

To my Brother George....... ib.

To Charles Cowden Clarke. 74 Stanzas

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