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Art thou bard beauty beneath blest boast Boötes breast breath call'd cause charms dear death delight design'd divine dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy Faunus fear feel fill'd fire fix'd flowers folly form'd frown fruit give glory grace groves hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly honour hope labour learn'd light live Lord lyre mercy mind mounted best muse nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er OLNEY HYMNS once pain palæstra peace Phoebus pleasure praise prayer prove rapture rest rills sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine shore sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound stamp'd stream sweet taste tears thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas verse vex'd virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wisely store wonder worth youth
Página 234 - 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!
Página 316 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise, — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Página 165 - 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.
Página 234 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Página 164 - tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright...
Página 121 - Sounds inharmonious in themselves and harsh, Yet heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns, And only there, please highly for their sake.
Página 150 - 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 healed and bade me live.
Página 315 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes...