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... throne no thoughts of earthly wight Can comprehend , much less my trembling verse With equal words can hope it to rehearse . ' Eyas , young , newly fledged ; a young hawk not fit for flight . Yet , O most blessed Spirit ! pure lamp of 2 ...
... throne no thoughts of earthly wight Can comprehend , much less my trembling verse With equal words can hope it to rehearse . ' Eyas , young , newly fledged ; a young hawk not fit for flight . Yet , O most blessed Spirit ! pure lamp of 2 ...
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... throne of kings.— God earth's mighty pillars made ; He the world upon them laid . He his servants ' feet will guide : Wicked souls , who swell with pride , Will in endless darkness chain , Since all human strength is vain . He shall ...
... throne of kings.— God earth's mighty pillars made ; He the world upon them laid . He his servants ' feet will guide : Wicked souls , who swell with pride , Will in endless darkness chain , Since all human strength is vain . He shall ...
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... throne attend , And make you mortals happy when I send : In my left hand delicious fruits I hold , To feed them who with mirth and ease grow old ; Afraid to lose the fleeting days and nights , They seize on time , and spend it in ...
... throne attend , And make you mortals happy when I send : In my left hand delicious fruits I hold , To feed them who with mirth and ease grow old ; Afraid to lose the fleeting days and nights , They seize on time , and spend it in ...
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... , Eyes sparkled joy , more bright than star of day . The flood a throne her reared Of waves , most like that heaven Where beaming stars in glory turn unsphered ; The air stood calm and clear , No sigh by WILLIAM DRUMMOND . 79.
... , Eyes sparkled joy , more bright than star of day . The flood a throne her reared Of waves , most like that heaven Where beaming stars in glory turn unsphered ; The air stood calm and clear , No sigh by WILLIAM DRUMMOND . 79.
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... throne to sit With diadems of gold , Preserved by force , and still observed by wit . " Huge treasures to enjoy , Of all her gems spoil Inde , And Sere's silk in garments t ' employ , Deliciously to feed , The Phoenix ' plume to find ...
... throne to sit With diadems of gold , Preserved by force , and still observed by wit . " Huge treasures to enjoy , Of all her gems spoil Inde , And Sere's silk in garments t ' employ , Deliciously to feed , The Phoenix ' plume to find ...
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Page 359 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Page 357 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Page 275 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 172 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Page 378 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Page 357 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Page 173 - Nature that heard such sound, Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.
Page 170 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.
Page 357 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 209 - THE COLLAR I STRUCK the board, and cried, no more; I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free ; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store. , Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit? Sure there was wine, Before my sighs did dry it : there was corn, Before my tears did drown it. Is the year only lost to me? Have I no bays to crown it ? No flowers, no garlands gay?