The British Poets, Volum 7

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Little, Brown & Company, 1866
 

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Pàgina 337 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be past ; That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Pàgina lxxxix - Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet. He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.
Pàgina lxxii - They marked the footsteps that he trod; His zeal inspired their breast; And, following their incarnate God, Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven.
Pàgina 362 - How much better thou'rt attended Than the- Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee...
Pàgina 15 - Here the whole Deity is known ; Nor dares a creature guess, — Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace.
Pàgina lxxxix - Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.
Pàgina 328 - To thee, almighty God, to thee, Our childhood we resign ; 'Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were thine.
Pàgina xlvii - As may express them best ; though what if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought...
Pàgina 332 - LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too.
Pàgina lxxi - Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.

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