The Poems of William CowperMethuen, 1905 - 741 pages |
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Page 76
... Thou giver of all good ! Not heaven itself a richer knows Than my Redeemer's blood . Faith , too , the blood - receiving grace , From the same hand we gain ; Else , sweetly as it suits our case , That gift had been in vain . Till thou ...
... Thou giver of all good ! Not heaven itself a richer knows Than my Redeemer's blood . Faith , too , the blood - receiving grace , From the same hand we gain ; Else , sweetly as it suits our case , That gift had been in vain . Till thou ...
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... thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . The nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey , They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay , Undaunted still , though wearied and perplexed ; Once Chatham saved thee ...
... thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . The nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey , They swarm around thee , and thou stand'st at bay , Undaunted still , though wearied and perplexed ; Once Chatham saved thee ...
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... Thou fountain , at which drink the good and wise , Thou ever - bubbling spring of endless lies , Like Eden's dread probationary tree , Knowledge of good and evil is from thee . No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest Till half mankind ...
... Thou fountain , at which drink the good and wise , Thou ever - bubbling spring of endless lies , Like Eden's dread probationary tree , Knowledge of good and evil is from thee . No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest Till half mankind ...
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... thou a worshipper e'en where thou mayst ; Thy services , once holy without spot , 260 Mere shadows now , their ancient pomp forgot : Thy Levites , once a consecrated host , No longer Levites , and their lineage lost ; And thou thyself o ...
... thou a worshipper e'en where thou mayst ; Thy services , once holy without spot , 260 Mere shadows now , their ancient pomp forgot : Thy Levites , once a consecrated host , No longer Levites , and their lineage lost ; And thou thyself o ...
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... thou ( a sacrilege his soul abhors ) Claimed all the glory of thy prosperous wars , Proud of thy fleets and armies , stolen the gem Of his just praise , to lavish it on them ? Hast thou not learned , what thou art often told , A truth ...
... thou ( a sacrilege his soul abhors ) Claimed all the glory of thy prosperous wars , Proud of thy fleets and armies , stolen the gem Of his just praise , to lavish it on them ? Hast thou not learned , what thou art often told , A truth ...
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Page 39 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Page 31 - 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...
Page 271 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; In doctrine uncorrupt ; in language plain, And plain in manner ; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture ; much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it, too ; affectionate in look And tender in address,...
Page 429 - Toll for the brave ! Brave 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...
Page 300 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 215 - AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.
Page 386 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.
Page 265 - Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ! that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Page 49 - 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 332 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of Nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. — His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say —