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... beneath the boundless waves , And rest , secure from man , in rocky caves ; Swift darting sharks , and whales of hideous size , Whom all th ' aquatic world with terror eyes ! Had I but Faith immoveable and true , I might defy the ...
... beneath the boundless waves , And rest , secure from man , in rocky caves ; Swift darting sharks , and whales of hideous size , Whom all th ' aquatic world with terror eyes ! Had I but Faith immoveable and true , I might defy the ...
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... beneath his shelt'ring pow'r , And hold this mean retreat for ever dear , For all I love , my soul's delight is here . I see th ' Almighty swath'd in infant bands , Tied helpless down , the Thunder - bearer's hands ! And in this shed ...
... beneath his shelt'ring pow'r , And hold this mean retreat for ever dear , For all I love , my soul's delight is here . I see th ' Almighty swath'd in infant bands , Tied helpless down , the Thunder - bearer's hands ! And in this shed ...
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... beneath thy pow'r should fall , Glad to submit , could mine contain them all . But I am poor , oblation I have none , None for a Saviour , but Himself alone : Whate'er I render thee , from thee it came ; And if I give my body to the ...
... beneath thy pow'r should fall , Glad to submit , could mine contain them all . But I am poor , oblation I have none , None for a Saviour , but Himself alone : Whate'er I render thee , from thee it came ; And if I give my body to the ...
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... beneath this grove , Which shall be loudest in our Maker's praise ! In quest of some forlorn retreat I rove , For all the world is blind , and wanders from his ways . That God alone should prop the sinking soul , Fills them with rage ...
... beneath this grove , Which shall be loudest in our Maker's praise ! In quest of some forlorn retreat I rove , For all the world is blind , and wanders from his ways . That God alone should prop the sinking soul , Fills them with rage ...
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... beneath this shady grove , I taste the sweets of Truth - here only am secure . THE SWALLOW . Vol . 2. Cantique 54 . I AM fond of the Swallow - I learn from her flight , Had I skill to improve it , a lesson of Love : How seldom on Earth ...
... beneath this shady grove , I taste the sweets of Truth - here only am secure . THE SWALLOW . Vol . 2. Cantique 54 . I AM fond of the Swallow - I learn from her flight , Had I skill to improve it , a lesson of Love : How seldom on Earth ...
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adieu adore art pleas'd ascending sun Aspasio avari beside blest bliss bosom breast breath'd his soul calm charms chuse compar'd creature dear declension delight divine dread dwell ears Earth Enamour'd ev'n ev'ry evil eyes Faith feel flame frail Friendship God's command grace Grave grief grieve happy hear heart Heav'n heav'nly human life's live Lord lost lov'd Love divine mar delights metus night o'er pain pass'd peace pleasure possess'd pow'r prove pure reign repose rest sacred scenes scon scorn scorn'd secret seek Self-love shades sigh sight silent skies SLEEP at last smile smite soon sorrow sov'reign spirit sweet taste taste Of evils tattlers tears terror eyes thine thirteen moons thou art thou hast thought thy glory thy Love thy praise tide trepan truth turn'd voice waste Whence WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER wish
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Страница 88 - But He, who knew what human hearts would prove, How slow to learn the dictates of his love, That, hard by nature and of stubborn will, A life of ease would make them harder still, In pity to the souls his grace design'd To rescue from the ruins of mankind, Call'd for a cloud to darken all their years, And said, ' Go spend them in the vale of tears.
Страница 43 - tis equal, whether love ordain My life or death, appoint me pain or ease ; My soul perceives no real ill in pain ; In ease or health no real good she sees. One good she covets, and that good alone, To choose thy will, from selfish bias free ; And to prefer a cottage to a throne, And grief to comfort, if it pleases thee. That we should bear the cross is thy command, Die to the world, and live to self no more ; Suffer, unmoved, beneath the rudest hand, As pleased when shipwreck'd as when safe on shore.
Страница 74 - Sorrow and Love go side by side ; Nor height nor depth can e'er divide Their heaven-appointed bands ; Those dear associates still are one, Nor till the race of life is run Disjoin their wedded hands.
Страница 36 - To souls impress'd with sacred Love ! Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee ; In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. To me remains nor place nor time ; My country is in every clime ; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
Страница 95 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend that one had need Be very much his friend indeed To pardon or to bear it.
Страница 100 - MOST delightful hour by man Experienced here below, The hour that terminates his span, His folly, and his woe ! ' ' Worlds should not bribe me back to tread Again life's dreary waste, To see again my day o'erspread With all the gloomy past. ' My home henceforth is in the skies : Earth, seas, and sun, adien ! All heaven unfolded to my eyes, I have no sight for you.
Страница 106 - HE lives, who lives to God alone, And all are dead beside ; For other source than God is none Whence life can be supplied.
Страница 36 - To me remains nor place nor time ; - My country is in every clime ; , . I can be calm, and free from care, On any shore, since God is there.
Страница 51 - Enjoy'd with ease, if thou refrain From earthly love, else sought in vain ; She dwells with all who truth prefer, But seeks not them who seek not her. Yield to the Lord, with simple heart, All that thou hast, and all thou art ; Renounce all strength but strength divine ; And peace shall be for ever thine : Behold the path which I have trod, My path, till I go home to God.
Страница 32 - THE fountain in its source No drought of summer fears ; The farther it pursues its course, The nobler it appears. But shallow cisterns yield A scanty short supply ; The morning sees them amply filled, At evening they are dry.