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... Heaven a cry For preservation in extremity . He with a faith sure bottom'd on the word Of Him that is of sea and winds the LORD , His eyes lifts up to Heaven , his hands extends , And fervent prayers for deliverance sends . The winds ...
... Heaven a cry For preservation in extremity . He with a faith sure bottom'd on the word Of Him that is of sea and winds the LORD , His eyes lifts up to Heaven , his hands extends , And fervent prayers for deliverance sends . The winds ...
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... Heaven's great year , When few centurial suns have traced their way ; When Southern Europe , worn by feuds severe , Weak , doting , fallen , has bow'd to Russian sway , And setting Glory beam'd her farewell ray , To wastes , perchance ...
... Heaven's great year , When few centurial suns have traced their way ; When Southern Europe , worn by feuds severe , Weak , doting , fallen , has bow'd to Russian sway , And setting Glory beam'd her farewell ray , To wastes , perchance ...
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... Heaven seems most freely offer'd ; to man's eye , Most hopeful candidates for angels ' joys . His lot , that wealth , and power , and pride forbids , Forbids him to become the tool of fraud , Injustice , misery , ruin ; saves his soul ...
... Heaven seems most freely offer'd ; to man's eye , Most hopeful candidates for angels ' joys . His lot , that wealth , and power , and pride forbids , Forbids him to become the tool of fraud , Injustice , misery , ruin ; saves his soul ...
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... heaven . Yet then , even then , my trembling thoughts would rove , And steal an hour from IRAD , and from love , Through dread futurity all anxious roam , And cast a mournful glance on ills to come . . . . And must the hours in ...
... heaven . Yet then , even then , my trembling thoughts would rove , And steal an hour from IRAD , and from love , Through dread futurity all anxious roam , And cast a mournful glance on ills to come . . . . And must the hours in ...
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... Heaven befriend , Let angels waft you , and let peace attend . O ! smile , thou sky serene ; ye storms , retire ; And airs of Eden every sail inspire . Swift o'er the main behold the canvass fly , And fade and fade beneath the farthest ...
... Heaven befriend , Let angels waft you , and let peace attend . O ! smile , thou sky serene ; ye storms , retire ; And airs of Eden every sail inspire . Swift o'er the main behold the canvass fly , And fade and fade beneath the farthest ...
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The Poets and Poetry of America– To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold Visos knygos peržiūra - 1852 |
The Poets and Poetry of America– To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century ... Rufus Wilmot Griswold Visos knygos peržiūra - 1853 |
The Poets and Poetry of America– To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century Rufus Wilmot Griswold Visos knygos peržiūra - 1852 |
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