Translation from Madame de La Mothe-Guion. The task. Tirocinium. John Gilpin and other poemsBaldwin and Cradock, 1836 |
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... sight assuages all my woes.— That crib contains the Lord , whom I adore ; And earth's a shade , that I pursue no more . He is my firm support , my rock , my tower , I dwell secure beneath his sheltering power , And hold this mean ...
... sight assuages all my woes.— That crib contains the Lord , whom I adore ; And earth's a shade , that I pursue no more . He is my firm support , my rock , my tower , I dwell secure beneath his sheltering power , And hold this mean ...
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... sight ; On the briny wave I lay , Floating rushes all my stay . Did I with resentment burn At this unexpected turn ? Did I wish myself on shore , Never to forsake it more ? No : - " My soul , " I cried , " be still ! If I must be lost ...
... sight ; On the briny wave I lay , Floating rushes all my stay . Did I with resentment burn At this unexpected turn ? Did I wish myself on shore , Never to forsake it more ? No : - " My soul , " I cried , " be still ! If I must be lost ...
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... sight ; He is gone whom I adore , ' Tis in vain to seek him more . How I trembled then and fear'd , When my love had disappear'd ! " Wilt thou leave me thus , " I cried , " Whelm❜d beneath the rolling tide ? " Vain attempt to reach his ...
... sight ; He is gone whom I adore , ' Tis in vain to seek him more . How I trembled then and fear'd , When my love had disappear'd ! " Wilt thou leave me thus , " I cried , " Whelm❜d beneath the rolling tide ? " Vain attempt to reach his ...
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... sight : The more my woes in secret I deplore , I taste thy goodness and I love the more . There , while a solemn stillness reigns around , Faith , Love , and Hope within my soul abound ; And while the world suppose me lost in care , The ...
... sight : The more my woes in secret I deplore , I taste thy goodness and I love the more . There , while a solemn stillness reigns around , Faith , Love , and Hope within my soul abound ; And while the world suppose me lost in care , The ...
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... sight . Smite me , O Thou , whom I provoke ! And I will love thee still ; The well - deserved and righteous stroke Shall please me , though it kill . Am I not worthy to sustain The worst thou canst devise ? And dare I seek thy throne ...
... sight . Smite me , O Thou , whom I provoke ! And I will love thee still ; The well - deserved and righteous stroke Shall please me , though it kill . Am I not worthy to sustain The worst thou canst devise ? And dare I seek thy throne ...
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Page 306 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein. So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasped the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might.
Page 259 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !" The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
Page 173 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now...
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Page 239 - The grand transition, that there lives and works A soul in all things, and that soul is God. The beauties of the wilderness are his, That make so gay the solitary place Where no eye sees them. And the fairer forms That cultivation glories in, are his. He sets the bright procession on its way, And marshals all the order of the year. He marks the bounds which winter may not pass, And blunts his pointed fury. In its case Russet and rude, folds up the tender germ Uninjured, with inimitable art, And ere...
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Page 133 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
Page 135 - Rather admire; or if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes, perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide Hereafter, when they come to model Heaven And calculate the stars, how they will wield The mighty frame; how build, unbuild, contrive To save appearances; how gird the sphere With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb...