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Aspasio bard beneath birds blest boast bosom breast breath call'd charms CLEMENT MAROT Cowper dear death delight divine dwell e'en Earl of Surrey earth ease eyes faith fame fear feel fire friendship gentle give glory grace groves hand happy hear heard heart heaven heavenly homeless birds hope hymns JEHOVAH-SHALOM John Throckmorton light live Lord lyre Mary mind muse ne'er never night nymphs o'er OLNEY HYMNS once pain pass'd peace Phoebus pine-apples pleasure poet praise prayer prove Psalms repose rest sacred Saviour scene seek seem'd shade shine shore sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stout spurs sweet tears thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought three hares truth Twas verse vex'd voice wast WILLIAM HAYLEY wish youth
Стр. 31 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Стр. 33 - But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Стр. 440 - Toll for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Стр. 178 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Стр. 32 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Стр. 206 - SOMETIMES a light -surprises The Christian, while he sings ; It is the Lord, who rises With healing in His wings : When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.
Стр. 188 - Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith, and sweeten care, To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all Heaven before our eyes.
Стр. 191 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, — It gives, but borrows none.