The Eclectic Review, Volum 23C. Taylor, 1825 |
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Pàgina 8
... Thou art my heir , my first - born son . Ask and receive thy just domain : The heathen lands shall feel thy reign , Earth's utmost bounds thy empire own . Thou with thine iron rod shalt bruise , And break them like an earthern cruise ...
... Thou art my heir , my first - born son . Ask and receive thy just domain : The heathen lands shall feel thy reign , Earth's utmost bounds thy empire own . Thou with thine iron rod shalt bruise , And break them like an earthern cruise ...
Pàgina 9
... Thou from thy hidden store Their bellies , Lord , hast fill'd ; Their sons are gorg'd , and what is o'er , To their son's sons they yield . But I thy presence seek In righteousness to see ; And with thy likeness when I wake , I ...
... Thou from thy hidden store Their bellies , Lord , hast fill'd ; Their sons are gorg'd , and what is o'er , To their son's sons they yield . But I thy presence seek In righteousness to see ; And with thy likeness when I wake , I ...
Pàgina 10
... Thou , from secret sin ! And from presumption keep me clear , That fain would sway each better sense : So may I uncorrupt appear , And guiltless of the great offence , O may each word my lips recite , Each thought 10 Mant's Version of ...
... Thou , from secret sin ! And from presumption keep me clear , That fain would sway each better sense : So may I uncorrupt appear , And guiltless of the great offence , O may each word my lips recite , Each thought 10 Mant's Version of ...
Pàgina 12
... Thou who hast set thy glory high Above the vastness of the sky ! • The infant's mouth , the suckling's tongue , By Thee to notes of praise are strung ; Of force to bend the hostile will , And bid the vengeful heart be still . • When yon ...
... Thou who hast set thy glory high Above the vastness of the sky ! • The infant's mouth , the suckling's tongue , By Thee to notes of praise are strung ; Of force to bend the hostile will , And bid the vengeful heart be still . • When yon ...
Pàgina 13
... Thou makest infant tongues thy praise proclaim . When I survey the heav'ns , this goodly frame , With moon and stars , each in its separate sphere , Lord ! what is man , that thou should'st hold him dear , Or stoop to this low world of ...
... Thou makest infant tongues thy praise proclaim . When I survey the heav'ns , this goodly frame , With moon and stars , each in its separate sphere , Lord ! what is man , that thou should'st hold him dear , Or stoop to this low world of ...
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Pàgina 346 - Now the end of the commandment is charity out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned...
Pàgina 348 - And the nations were angry, and thy wrath is come, and the time of the dead, that they should be judged and that thou shouldest give reward unto thy servants the prophets, and to the saints, and them that fear thy name, small and great; and shouldest destroy them which destroy the earth.
Pàgina 202 - Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. 19 Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Pàgina 80 - Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire.
Pàgina 350 - Who is that mysterious WORD, that was, " in the beginning, with God ?" Who is the " Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, the first and the last...
Pàgina 240 - His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them. 22 But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
Pàgina 120 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that Optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamt of gems and gold Hid in thy radiant bow ? When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil withdraws, What lovely visions yield their place To cold material laws...
Pàgina 80 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Pàgina 365 - All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.
Pàgina 121 - O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang On earth delivered from the deep, And the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's...