The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... thou didst blow with thy wind , the deep covered them , and they sank like lead in the mighty waters . ' Exod . xv . This art was maintained sa- cred through the following ages of the church , and employed by kings and prophets , by ...
... thou didst blow with thy wind , the deep covered them , and they sank like lead in the mighty waters . ' Exod . xv . This art was maintained sa- cred through the following ages of the church , and employed by kings and prophets , by ...
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... thou hast trodden down strength , ' Judges v . & c . When Eliphaz , in the book of Job , speaks his sense of the ... thou art my father ; and to the worm , thou art my mother and my sister and for my hope , who shall see it ? I and my ...
... thou hast trodden down strength , ' Judges v . & c . When Eliphaz , in the book of Job , speaks his sense of the ... thou art my father ; and to the worm , thou art my mother and my sister and for my hope , who shall see it ? I and my ...
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... thou break a leaf driven to and fro Wilt thou pursue the dry stub- ble ? I consume away like a rotten thing , a gar- ment eaten by the moth , ' Job xiii . 25 , & c . • Thou liftest me up to the wind , thou causest me to ride upon it ...
... thou break a leaf driven to and fro Wilt thou pursue the dry stub- ble ? I consume away like a rotten thing , a gar- ment eaten by the moth , ' Job xiii . 25 , & c . • Thou liftest me up to the wind , thou causest me to ride upon it ...
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... thou ? he bids the heavens drop down from above , and let the skies pour down righteousness . He commands the sun , and it riseth not , and he sealeth up the stars . It is he that saith to the deep , be dry , and he drieth up the rivers ...
... thou ? he bids the heavens drop down from above , and let the skies pour down righteousness . He commands the sun , and it riseth not , and he sealeth up the stars . It is he that saith to the deep , be dry , and he drieth up the rivers ...
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... thou the ' Eternal All . ASKING LEAVE TO SING . YET , mighty GoD , indulge my tongue , Nor let thy thunders roar , Whilst the young notes and ventrous song To worlds of glory soar . If thou my daring flight forbid The Muse folds up 42 ...
... thou the ' Eternal All . ASKING LEAVE TO SING . YET , mighty GoD , indulge my tongue , Nor let thy thunders roar , Whilst the young notes and ventrous song To worlds of glory soar . If thou my daring flight forbid The Muse folds up 42 ...
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Page 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Page 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Page 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Page ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Page 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Page 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Page 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Page 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Page 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Page 362 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.