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... inspire , Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallow'd Lips with Fire ! Rapt into future Times , the Bard begun , A Virgin shall conceive , a Virgin bear a Son ! From Jeffe's Root behold a Branch arife , Whose facred Flow'r with Fragrance fills the ...
... inspire , Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallow'd Lips with Fire ! Rapt into future Times , the Bard begun , A Virgin shall conceive , a Virgin bear a Son ! From Jeffe's Root behold a Branch arife , Whose facred Flow'r with Fragrance fills the ...
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... inspire That Shepherd , who first taught the chosen Seed , In the Beginning , how the Heav'ns and Earth Rofe out of Chaos : Or if Sion Hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's Brook that flow'd Fast by the Oracle of God ; I thence Invoke ...
... inspire That Shepherd , who first taught the chosen Seed , In the Beginning , how the Heav'ns and Earth Rofe out of Chaos : Or if Sion Hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's Brook that flow'd Fast by the Oracle of God ; I thence Invoke ...
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... inspire ? No more a pleasing , chearful Guest ? Whither , ah whither art thou flying ! To what dark undiscover'd Shore ? Thou seem'ft all trembling , shivering , dying , And Wit and Humour are no more ! The The Dying Christian to his ...
... inspire ? No more a pleasing , chearful Guest ? Whither , ah whither art thou flying ! To what dark undiscover'd Shore ? Thou seem'ft all trembling , shivering , dying , And Wit and Humour are no more ! The The Dying Christian to his ...
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... inspire thy Breast ; Thy Heart and Voice each Morning raise To sing thy Maker's matchless Praife . The LORD'S PRAYER in Verse . F ATHER of all ! thou God alone ;. In Heaven is plac'd thy lofty Throne . Thy facred Name revered be By ev ...
... inspire thy Breast ; Thy Heart and Voice each Morning raise To sing thy Maker's matchless Praife . The LORD'S PRAYER in Verse . F ATHER of all ! thou God alone ;. In Heaven is plac'd thy lofty Throne . Thy facred Name revered be By ev ...
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... inspire , Whilst Mofes leads the holy Choir , A lofty Song to raife : The Matrons and the Virgins too , Like pious Zeal and Duty shew , And tune their Harps to Praise . : 3. I'll fing , the glorious Leader cries , The Wonders done ...
... inspire , Whilst Mofes leads the holy Choir , A lofty Song to raife : The Matrons and the Virgins too , Like pious Zeal and Duty shew , And tune their Harps to Praise . : 3. I'll fing , the glorious Leader cries , The Wonders done ...
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Página 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Página 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Página 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Página 101 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Página 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Página 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Página 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Página 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.