Translation from Madame de La Mothe-Guion. The task. Tirocinium. John Gilpin and other poemsBaldwin and Cradock, 1836 |
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... delicious vales , Green slopes and plains , whose plenty never fails ; S. C. - 9 . B Deep rooted groves , whose heads sublimely rise , Earth TRANSLATIONS FROM THE FRENCH OF MADAME DE MOTHE-GUION Page THE Nativity Poeme Heroique Tom iv Sect.
... delicious vales , Green slopes and plains , whose plenty never fails ; S. C. - 9 . B Deep rooted groves , whose heads sublimely rise , Earth TRANSLATIONS FROM THE FRENCH OF MADAME DE MOTHE-GUION Page THE Nativity Poeme Heroique Tom iv Sect.
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... never tires , No God is like the God my soul desires ! He at whose voice heaven trembles , even He , Great as he is , knows how to stoop to me . Lo ! there he lies , -that smiling infant said , “ Heaven , earth , and sea exist ! " — and ...
... never tires , No God is like the God my soul desires ! He at whose voice heaven trembles , even He , Great as he is , knows how to stoop to me . Lo ! there he lies , -that smiling infant said , “ Heaven , earth , and sea exist ! " — and ...
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... never bestow A thought upon any thing filthy as dung . Let us leave it ourselves ( ' tis a mortal abode , ) To bask every moment in infinite Love ; Let us fly the dark winter , and follow the road That leads to the dayspring appearing ...
... never bestow A thought upon any thing filthy as dung . Let us leave it ourselves ( ' tis a mortal abode , ) To bask every moment in infinite Love ; Let us fly the dark winter , and follow the road That leads to the dayspring appearing ...
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... with resentment burn At this unexpected turn ? Did I wish myself on shore , Never to forsake it more ? No : - " My soul , " I cried , " be still ! If I must be lost , I will . " Next he hasten'd to convey Both my frail supports away 11.
... with resentment burn At this unexpected turn ? Did I wish myself on shore , Never to forsake it more ? No : - " My soul , " I cried , " be still ! If I must be lost , I will . " Next he hasten'd to convey Both my frail supports away 11.
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... Never strife shall more betide ' Twixt the Bridegroom and his Bride . A CHILD OF GOD LONGING TO SEE HIM BELOVED . THERE'S not an echo round me , But I am glad should learn How pure a fire has found me , The love with which I burn . For ...
... Never strife shall more betide ' Twixt the Bridegroom and his Bride . A CHILD OF GOD LONGING TO SEE HIM BELOVED . THERE'S not an echo round me , But I am glad should learn How pure a fire has found me , The love with which I burn . For ...
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Page 133 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
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