The temple: sacred poems, and private ejaculations. To which is added, a biographical sketch of the author. [Followed by] The synagogue [by C. Harvey].1799 |
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Стр. xvi
... Some other master out : Ah my dear God ! tho ' I am clean forgot , Let me not love thee , if I love thee not . G. H. About this time of Mr. Herbert's attendance at Court , all his expectations of preferment were fuddenly defeated by the ...
... Some other master out : Ah my dear God ! tho ' I am clean forgot , Let me not love thee , if I love thee not . G. H. About this time of Mr. Herbert's attendance at Court , all his expectations of preferment were fuddenly defeated by the ...
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... Some mark a partridge , never their child's fashion : Some ship them over , and the thing is done . Study this art , make it thy great defign ; And if God's image move thee not , let thine . Some great eftates provide , but do not breed ...
... Some mark a partridge , never their child's fashion : Some ship them over , and the thing is done . Study this art , make it thy great defign ; And if God's image move thee not , let thine . Some great eftates provide , but do not breed ...
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... some evil ; Left gaining gain on thee , and make thee dim To all things elfe . Wealth is the conjurer's devil ; Whom when he thinks he hath , the devil ' hath him . Gold thou may'ft fafely touch ; but if it ftick Unto thy hands , it ...
... some evil ; Left gaining gain on thee , and make thee dim To all things elfe . Wealth is the conjurer's devil ; Whom when he thinks he hath , the devil ' hath him . Gold thou may'ft fafely touch ; but if it ftick Unto thy hands , it ...
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... Some faid , that I the Temple to the floor In three days raz'd , and raised as before . Why , he that built the world can do much more . Was ever grief , & c . Then they condemn me all with the fame breath , Which I do give them daily ...
... Some faid , that I the Temple to the floor In three days raz'd , and raised as before . Why , he that built the world can do much more . Was ever grief , & c . Then they condemn me all with the fame breath , Which I do give them daily ...
Стр. 52
... some bird would truft Her household to me , and I should be just . Yet tho ' thou troubleft me , I must be meek ; In weakness must be ftout . Well , I will change the service , and go feek ' Some other mafter out . Ah ! my dear God ...
... some bird would truft Her household to me , and I should be just . Yet tho ' thou troubleft me , I must be meek ; In weakness must be ftout . Well , I will change the service , and go feek ' Some other mafter out . Ah ! my dear God ...
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