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... feel in mine ? O my Saviour ! When shall I be wholly Thine ? Nearer is my soul's salvation , Spent the night , the day at hand ; Keep me in my lowly station , Watching for Thee , till I stand , O my Saviour ! In Thy bright and promised ...
... feel in mine ? O my Saviour ! When shall I be wholly Thine ? Nearer is my soul's salvation , Spent the night , the day at hand ; Keep me in my lowly station , Watching for Thee , till I stand , O my Saviour ! In Thy bright and promised ...
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... feel overcast With sorrow and supineness , and so die ; Even as a flame unfed , which runs to waste With its own flickering , or a sword laid by , Which eats into itself , and rusts ingloriously . Byron . 165. AMBITION . True FIRST ...
... feel overcast With sorrow and supineness , and so die ; Even as a flame unfed , which runs to waste With its own flickering , or a sword laid by , Which eats into itself , and rusts ingloriously . Byron . 165. AMBITION . True FIRST ...
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... feel another man's mistakes More than his sickness or his poverty ? In love I should : but anger is not love , Nor wisdom neither ; therefore gently move . Calmness is great advantage : he that lets Another chafe , may warm him at his ...
... feel another man's mistakes More than his sickness or his poverty ? In love I should : but anger is not love , Nor wisdom neither ; therefore gently move . Calmness is great advantage : he that lets Another chafe , may warm him at his ...
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... Feels not the spirit of the place control , Or rouse and agitate his labouring soul ? Say , who , by thinking on ... feel A song , a flower , a name , at once restore Those long - connected scenes where first they moved The attention ...
... Feels not the spirit of the place control , Or rouse and agitate his labouring soul ? Say , who , by thinking on ... feel A song , a flower , a name , at once restore Those long - connected scenes where first they moved The attention ...
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... feel it at my heart , My heart at once it humbles and exalts- Lays it in dust , and calls it to the skies . Who sees it unexalted ? or unawed ? Who sees it , and can stop at what is seen ? Material offspring of Omnipotence ! Inanimate ...
... feel it at my heart , My heart at once it humbles and exalts- Lays it in dust , and calls it to the skies . Who sees it unexalted ? or unawed ? Who sees it , and can stop at what is seen ? Material offspring of Omnipotence ! Inanimate ...
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angels art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss breast breath bright calm Charles Wesley Christ clouds dark death deeds deep divine doth dream Dryden dust earth Eliza Cook eternal evermore eyes fair faith fear feel flowers give glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope hour immortal Jesus Joanna Baillie King labour life's light live look Lord Madame Guyon man's mercy mind Mirror for Magistrates mortal ne'er never night o'er pain pass'd passion peace pleasure poison'd Pollok poor praise prayer pride rest round Shakespeare shine sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet tears tempest thee Thine things Thou art thou hast thought throne toil truth Twas unto vex'd virtue voice wait weary weep wings wisdom words youth
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106 psl. - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled...
499 psl. - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
603 psl. - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
105 psl. - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke, How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How...
314 psl. - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
105 psl. - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
513 psl. - 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. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
460 psl. - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
526 psl. - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, . They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
374 psl. - Some fragment from his dream of human life Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart...