Collection in Prose and Verse ...W. Blackwood, 1823 - 280 trang |
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ACCOUNT animal APPEARANCES OF NATURE beauty Bible birds blessing body camel CANUTE Christ Christian clouds creatures cuckoo custard-apple darkness death DEGREES OF GUILT delight divine duty earth eternal faith fall Father feel feet fieldfare flowers friends give glory God's grace guilt GUNPOWDER PLOT Gymnosophists hand happy hath heard heart heaven holy honour hour human kind king labour light LISBON live Lord mercy mind Mogul empire month morning mountain Nearchus never night o'er Ottaiano parents Paul reasoned peace persons plant pleasure poor pow'r praise pray prayer quadruped Redeemer rocks Sabbath sacred scene Scriptures season shine sing sins song soon soul spirit spring sweet tears tender thee thine thing thou thought tion Torre del Greco trees truth vegeta virtue voice whale whole wind winter wisdom wise yellow wagtail young
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Trang 45 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Trang 111 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Trang 258 - With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft Thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks : And oft...
Trang 140 - Gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so delightful a scene. I wished for the wings of an eagle, that I might fly away to those happy seats ; but the genius told me there was no passage to them, except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge. The islands...
Trang 38 - 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 —
Trang 140 - The clouds still rested on one half of it, insomuch that I could discover nothing in it. But the other appeared to me A vast ocean, planted with innumerable islands, that were covered with fruits and flowers, and interwoven with a thousand little shining seas that ran among them. I could see persons dressed in glorious habits, with garlands upon their heads, passing among the trees, lying down by the sides of fountains, or resting on beds of flowers; and could hear a confused harmony of singing birds,...
Trang 137 - I had been often told that the rock before me was the haunt of a genius ; and that several had been entertained with music who had passed by it, but never heard that the musician had before made himself visible.
Trang 138 - Examine now, said he, this sea, that is thus bounded with darkness at both ends, and tell me what thou discoverest in it. I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide. The bridge them seest, said he, is human life : consider it attentively.
Trang 260 - tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes there must be joy.
Trang 119 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky. When o'er the green, undeluged earth, Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign ? And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.