The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volume 3William Pickering, 1831 |
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... breath of life divine , Down to the last expiring hour , The gracious work shall all be mine , Begun and ended in my power . XIV . JEHOVAH - SHAMMAH . Ezek . xlviii . 35 . As birds their infant brood protect , † And spread their wings ...
... breath of life divine , Down to the last expiring hour , The gracious work shall all be mine , Begun and ended in my power . XIV . JEHOVAH - SHAMMAH . Ezek . xlviii . 35 . As birds their infant brood protect , † And spread their wings ...
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... breath thus vainly spent To Heaven in supplication sent , Your cheerful song would oftener be , " Hear what the Lord has done for me . " XXX . THE LIGHT AND GLORY OF THE WORD . THE Spirit breathes upon the Word , And brings the truth to ...
... breath thus vainly spent To Heaven in supplication sent , Your cheerful song would oftener be , " Hear what the Lord has done for me . " XXX . THE LIGHT AND GLORY OF THE WORD . THE Spirit breathes upon the Word , And brings the truth to ...
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... breath imparts to every breeze that blows Arabia's harvest and the Paphian rose . Her lofty front she diadems around With sacred pines , like Ops on Ida crown'd ; Her dewy locks , with various flowers new blown , She interweaves ...
... breath imparts to every breeze that blows Arabia's harvest and the Paphian rose . Her lofty front she diadems around With sacred pines , like Ops on Ida crown'd ; Her dewy locks , with various flowers new blown , She interweaves ...
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... breathing fresh , through many a humid rose , Soft whispering airs shall lull thee to repose ! No fears I feel like Semele to die , Nor let thy burning wheels approach too nigh , For thou canst govern them , here therefore rest , And ...
... breathing fresh , through many a humid rose , Soft whispering airs shall lull thee to repose ! No fears I feel like Semele to die , Nor let thy burning wheels approach too nigh , For thou canst govern them , here therefore rest , And ...
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... breathing through his wounded breast , Charm , with soul - soothing song , his thoughts to rest . TO THE SAME . NAPLES , too credulous , ah ! boast no more The sweet - voiced syren buried on thy shore , That , when Parthenope deceased ...
... breathing through his wounded breast , Charm , with soul - soothing song , his thoughts to rest . TO THE SAME . NAPLES , too credulous , ah ! boast no more The sweet - voiced syren buried on thy shore , That , when Parthenope deceased ...
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abode Æneas ANTISTROPHE bard Behold beneath birdlime birds blessing blest bliss blood boast bosom breast breath Cacus call'd CALLIMACHUS dark dear death deep delight Delos divine docet Dryope dwell e'en earth eyes fair faith fame Faunus fear feel fill'd fire fix'd flame give glory grace grief grove hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly Jesus Jove king labour lambs Latian Latium light live Lord lyre mind muse never night numbers nymphs o'er once pain Pallas pass'd peace Phoebus pleasure praise prayer prove reign repose rest rill sacred Saviour scene seek your home shades shalt shine shore sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring stream sweet tears theme thine thou art thou hast thought THRACIAN Thyrsis Tiber trembling truth Twas verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE voice Where'er WILLIAM HAYLEY wish youth
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Page 32 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
Page 44 - The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree ; And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee.
Page 46 - SOMETIMES a light surprises ^ The Christian while he sings : It is the Lord who rises With healing in His wings. When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it, after rain.
Page 14 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Page 315 - Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left.
Page 317 - No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear. And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme, A more enduring date. But misery still delights to trace Its 'semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allay'd, No- light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd each alone : But I beneath...
Page 250 - Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak. She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 32 - 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 29 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. 3 The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Page 36 - 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...