Miscellaneous poems. Olney hymns. Anti-Thelyphthora. Table talk and other poems. Translations from Vincent BourneBaldwin and Cradock, 1836 |
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... thee 4. Jehovah - Nissi . The Lord my banner 5. Jehovah Shalom . The Lord send peace 6. Wisdom · · 7. Vanity of the World 8. O Lord , I will praise Thee 9. The Contrite Heart • • 10. The future Peace and Glory of the Church 11. Jehovah ...
... thee 4. Jehovah - Nissi . The Lord my banner 5. Jehovah Shalom . The Lord send peace 6. Wisdom · · 7. Vanity of the World 8. O Lord , I will praise Thee 9. The Contrite Heart • • 10. The future Peace and Glory of the Church 11. Jehovah ...
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... thee : gentle Goddess , thanks ! Not that my Muse , though bashful , shall deny She would have thank'd thee rather , hadst thou cast A treasure in her way ; for neither meed Of early breakfast , to dispel the fumes And bowel - raking ...
... thee : gentle Goddess , thanks ! Not that my Muse , though bashful , shall deny She would have thank'd thee rather , hadst thou cast A treasure in her way ; for neither meed Of early breakfast , to dispel the fumes And bowel - raking ...
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... thee , great fountain of my joys , My sweetest airs belong . Remember , Lord ! that hostile sound , When Edom's children cried , " Razed be her turrets to the ground , And humbled be her pride ! " Remember , Lord ! and let the foe The ...
... thee , great fountain of my joys , My sweetest airs belong . Remember , Lord ! that hostile sound , When Edom's children cried , " Razed be her turrets to the ground , And humbled be her pride ! " Remember , Lord ! and let the foe The ...
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... thee still ! MORTALS ! around your destined heads Thick fly the shafts of Death , And lo ! the savage spoiler spreads A thousand toils beneath . In vain we trifle with our fate , Try every art in vain ; At best we but prolong the date ...
... thee still ! MORTALS ! around your destined heads Thick fly the shafts of Death , And lo ! the savage spoiler spreads A thousand toils beneath . In vain we trifle with our fate , Try every art in vain ; At best we but prolong the date ...
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... Thee of thy birthright , gentle Bob , - For thou art born sole heir and single Of dear Mat Prior's easy jingle ; Nor that I mean , while thus I knit My threadbare sentiments together , To show my genius or my wit , When God and you know ...
... Thee of thy birthright , gentle Bob , - For thou art born sole heir and single Of dear Mat Prior's easy jingle ; Nor that I mean , while thus I knit My threadbare sentiments together , To show my genius or my wit , When God and you know ...
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beams beneath bids bless'd blessing blest bliss boast bosom breast breath Canusium charms Cowper dear Delia delight despair divine dream earth eternal eyes face fair faith fancy fear feel fire flame fools form'd frown Gittite give glory grace hand happy hast hate hear heart Heaven heavenly hope hour Israel JEHOVAH-JIREH JEHOVAH-SHALOM JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH Jesus land light live Lord lyre mankind mercy mercy seat mind Muse never nymph o'er OLNEY HYMNS once pain Paradise Lost peace pity pleasure praise prayer pride prove rest sacred Saviour scene scorn seem'd shine sigh sight Sinuessa skies smile song sorrow soul sound Stamp'd Strange matters stream sweet sweet oblivion tears thee theme thine thou art thought thousand throne toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas vex'd VINCENT BOURNE virtue Whate'er where'er WILLIAM COWPER wisdom word wretch youth
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Page 313 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 83 - God, in Israel, sows the seeds Of affliction, pain, and toil ; These spring up and choke the weeds Which would else o'erspread the...
Page 341 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Page 67 - HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord ; "Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, " Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me...
Page 51 - OH ! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, — A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3...
Page 165 - Oh, how unlike the complex works of man, Heaven's easy, artless, unencumbered plan ! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile, From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity. Inscribed above the portal, from afar Conspicuous as the brightness of a star. Legible only by the light they give, Stand the soul-quickening words — BELIEVE AND LIVE.
Page 82 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Page 305 - a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper solitude is sweet.
Page 86 - GOD of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint ! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor...
Page 301 - Tis easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace : Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind- quite vacant is a mind distressed.