Отзывы - Написать отзыв
Не удалось найти ни одного отзыва.
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Amalek ANTISTROPHE bard Behold beneath birds blessing blest blood boast bosom breast breath Cacus call'd CALLIMACHUS dark dear death deep delight Delos divine Dryope dwell e'en earth eyes fair faith fame Faunus fear feel fill'd fire fix'd flame give glory grace gracious grief grove hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly Jesus Jove kings labour lambs Latian Latium light live Lord lyre mercy mercy seat mind Muse never night numbers nymphs o'er once pain Pallas pass'd peace Phoebus pleasure praise prayer prove reign repose rest rill sacred Saviour scene seek your home shades shalt shine shore sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring stream sweet tears theme thine thou art thou hast thought Thyrsis Tiber trembling truth Twas verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE voice Where'er WILLIAM HAYLEY wish youth
Стр. 32 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
Стр. 46 - 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. 14 - 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. 315 - Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left.
Стр. 317 - No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear. And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme, A more enduring date. But misery still delights to trace Its 'semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allay'd, No- light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd each alone : But I beneath...
Стр. 250 - Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak. She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Стр. 32 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Стр. 29 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. 3 The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Стр. 36 - GOD of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint ! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor...