The Poetical Works of Isaac Watts and Henry Kirke White, Volume 63Houghton, Mifflin, 1881 |
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... round thee " Song Softly , softly blow , ye breezes , " The Shipwrecked Solitary's Song to the Night The Wonderful Juggler Hymn- " Awake , sweet harp of Judah , wake " A Hymn for Family Worship The Star of Bethlehem -- Hymn " O Lord ...
... round thee " Song Softly , softly blow , ye breezes , " The Shipwrecked Solitary's Song to the Night The Wonderful Juggler Hymn- " Awake , sweet harp of Judah , wake " A Hymn for Family Worship The Star of Bethlehem -- Hymn " O Lord ...
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... round these painted skies , Or round this dusty clod , Nothing , my soul , that's worth thy joys , Or lovely as thy God . ' Tis heaven on earth to taste his love , 8 HORE LYRICE . 4-14-179 Felicity Above.
... round these painted skies , Or round this dusty clod , Nothing , my soul , that's worth thy joys , Or lovely as thy God . ' Tis heaven on earth to taste his love , 8 HORE LYRICE . 4-14-179 Felicity Above.
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... round thee fall , And worship in submissive forms ; Thy presence shakes this lower ball , This little dwelling - place of worms . How shall affrighted mortals dare To sing thy glory or thy grace , Beneath thy feet we lie so far , And ...
... round thee fall , And worship in submissive forms ; Thy presence shakes this lower ball , This little dwelling - place of worms . How shall affrighted mortals dare To sing thy glory or thy grace , Beneath thy feet we lie so far , And ...
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... round , You , the vile murderers of my God . Black heavy thoughts , like mountains , roll O'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortured soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treasons ...
... round , You , the vile murderers of my God . Black heavy thoughts , like mountains , roll O'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortured soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treasons ...
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... round ; Strange ! how it quench'd the fiery mine , And crush'd the tempest under ground . THE SECOND PART . ASSUME , my tongue , a nobler strain , Sing the new wonders of the Lord ; The foes revive their powers again , Again they die ...
... round ; Strange ! how it quench'd the fiery mine , And crush'd the tempest under ground . THE SECOND PART . ASSUME , my tongue , a nobler strain , Sing the new wonders of the Lord ; The foes revive their powers again , Again they die ...
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Page 213 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Page 225 - It was my guide, my light, my all, it bade my dark forebodings cease ; and through the storm and danger's thrall it led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored — my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, for ever and for evermore, the Star— The Star of Bethlehem...
Page 339 - In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be past ; That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Page lxxxix - Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet. He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.
Page 366 - Twas to save thee, child, from dying, Save my dear from burning flame, Bitter groans and endless crying, That thy blest Redeemer came.
Page 364 - How much better thou'rt attended Than the- Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee...
Page 15 - Here the whole Deity is known ; Nor dares a creature guess, — Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace.
Page 358 - I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty, Since both of them wither and fade; But gain a good name by well doing my duty, This will scent like a rose when I'm dead.
Page lxxxix - Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.
Page 227 - Henry Kirke White died at Cambridge in October, 1806, in consequence of too much exertion in the pursuit of studies that would have matured a mind which disease and poverty could not impair, and which death itself destroyed rather than sub dued.