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... thousands are wakening 258 How poor , how rich , how abject .... 126 How rich the Peacock ! what bright .. 76 How softly now the vernal gales ...... 43 How still the morning of the hallow'd 263 How smiling wakes the verdant year .. 37 ...
... thousands are wakening 258 How poor , how rich , how abject .... 126 How rich the Peacock ! what bright .. 76 How softly now the vernal gales ...... 43 How still the morning of the hallow'd 263 How smiling wakes the verdant year .. 37 ...
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... thousand worlds compared to Thee ? And what am I then ? ' Heaven's unnum- ber'd host , Though multiplied by myriads , and arrayed In all the glory of sublimest thought , Is but an atom in the balance weighed Against Thy greatness , is a ...
... thousand worlds compared to Thee ? And what am I then ? ' Heaven's unnum- ber'd host , Though multiplied by myriads , and arrayed In all the glory of sublimest thought , Is but an atom in the balance weighed Against Thy greatness , is a ...
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... thousand glitt'ring lamps the skies adorning , Numerous as dew drops from the womb of morning . Earth's blooming face with rising flow'rs he drest , And spread a verdant mantle o'er her breast ; Then from the hollow of his hand he pours ...
... thousand glitt'ring lamps the skies adorning , Numerous as dew drops from the womb of morning . Earth's blooming face with rising flow'rs he drest , And spread a verdant mantle o'er her breast ; Then from the hollow of his hand he pours ...
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... thousand eyes , That sacred gloom , those fires divine , So grand , so countless , Lord , are thine . When youthful spring around us breathes , Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flow'r the summer wreathes , Is born beneath ...
... thousand eyes , That sacred gloom , those fires divine , So grand , so countless , Lord , are thine . When youthful spring around us breathes , Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flow'r the summer wreathes , Is born beneath ...
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... thousand temples pour his praise . Who made and who preserves , whatever Clad in the armour of the living God , dwells In air , in sted fast earth , or fickle sea . O He is good , He is immensely good ! Who all things form'd , and form ...
... thousand temples pour his praise . Who made and who preserves , whatever Clad in the armour of the living God , dwells In air , in sted fast earth , or fickle sea . O He is good , He is immensely good ! Who all things form'd , and form ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels ANON art thou beam beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss blood divine bloom breast breath bright charms clouds COWPER dark dead death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth EDMESTON eternal fair fear flowers gale gaze Gethsemane gloom glorious glory golden grace grave hand HAREBELL harp hast hath hear heart heaven hope hosannas hour immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King light living Lord mercy mighty morning mortal mountains muse nature's night o'er pale peace poison'd POLLOK praise pride quire rapture reign rill rise rose round scene seraphs shade shine sigh sight silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring staind Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thro throne tomb trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings
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Página 232 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 90 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan. Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Página 83 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory.
Página 182 - Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost ; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away.
Página 118 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Página 216 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Página 19 - LET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Página 164 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing. Plenteous...
Página 228 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Página 176 - Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...