The Works of Mrs. Elizabeth Rowe: Letters moral & entertaining, pt. 3. Devout exercises of the heart. Poems & translations by Mr. Thomas RoweJ. & A. Arch, 1796 |
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... thro ' the branches fly ; . The swan , in dying melancholy strains , In concert with the nightingale , complains ; The organ , harp , and human voice , are found . Mingling their notes in one harmonious sound . While , from above , as ...
... thro ' the branches fly ; . The swan , in dying melancholy strains , In concert with the nightingale , complains ; The organ , harp , and human voice , are found . Mingling their notes in one harmonious sound . While , from above , as ...
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... thro ' Elysian groves , Or banquet in the gay alcoves ; And oft in amarinthine bow'rs Repose on fragrant beds of flowers , While Music , with her soothing strains , Warbles through the woods and plains : The hills , the dales , and ...
... thro ' Elysian groves , Or banquet in the gay alcoves ; And oft in amarinthine bow'rs Repose on fragrant beds of flowers , While Music , with her soothing strains , Warbles through the woods and plains : The hills , the dales , and ...
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... thro ' all the thin deceit ; Thou feest my trifling rage , and counterfeited fire . O ! were my foul , like thine , poffeft , Of all the nobleft treasures of the East ; Could there in each well polifh'd line Appear a genius as refin'd ...
... thro ' all the thin deceit ; Thou feest my trifling rage , and counterfeited fire . O ! were my foul , like thine , poffeft , Of all the nobleft treasures of the East ; Could there in each well polifh'd line Appear a genius as refin'd ...
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... Thro ' all eternity employ Their pow'rs fublime , and equal to their joy . II . Fain would the humble mufe afpire , And to celeftial transports tune her lyre , But , ah ! in vain her strength she tries , Feeble and faint , fhe dreads ...
... Thro ' all eternity employ Their pow'rs fublime , and equal to their joy . II . Fain would the humble mufe afpire , And to celeftial transports tune her lyre , But , ah ! in vain her strength she tries , Feeble and faint , fhe dreads ...
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... thro ' all the thin deceit ; Thou feeft my trifling rage , and counterfeited fire . O were my foul , like thine , poffeft , Of all the nobleft treasures of the East ; Could there in each well polifh'd line Appear a genius as refin'd as ...
... thro ' all the thin deceit ; Thou feeft my trifling rage , and counterfeited fire . O were my foul , like thine , poffeft , Of all the nobleft treasures of the East ; Could there in each well polifh'd line Appear a genius as refin'd as ...
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Popular passages
Page 157 - This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.
Page 157 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Page 77 - One shall say, I am the Lord's; and another shall call himself by the name of Jacob; and another shall subscribe with his hand unto the Lord, and surname himself by the name of Israel.
Page 157 - Come and hear, all ye that fear the Lord, and I will tell you what He has done for my soul ?
Page 157 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 117 - There, said they, is mount Zion, the heavenly Jerusalem, the innumerable company of Angels, and the Spirits of just men made perfect.
Page 153 - They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures. For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.
Page 77 - My God ! my chief delight ? Why are my thoughts no more, by day, — With thee, no more by night \ 2 Why should my foolish passions rove ? Where can such sweetness be, As I have tasted in thy love, — . As I have found in thee...
Page 77 - He is the Rock, his work is perfect: For all his ways are judgment: A God of truth and without iniquity, Just and right is he.
Page 89 - I WAITED patiently for the Lord ; And he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, And set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.