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... thou to answer for ! -the belles are staid , many - childed , daughter - training , match - making , husband - governing , house - controlling matrons ; and the little children whom we used to romp with , setting the boys a riding on ...
... thou to answer for ! -the belles are staid , many - childed , daughter - training , match - making , husband - governing , house - controlling matrons ; and the little children whom we used to romp with , setting the boys a riding on ...
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... Thou shalt yield them up again As we gave them thee . VIII . Rest in peace , thou good Old - year , Deeply , darkly , tranquilly- Oh ! when the Archangel's trump we hear , God grant that thou shalt not appear ' Gainst us to testify ...
... Thou shalt yield them up again As we gave them thee . VIII . Rest in peace , thou good Old - year , Deeply , darkly , tranquilly- Oh ! when the Archangel's trump we hear , God grant that thou shalt not appear ' Gainst us to testify ...
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... Thou , Comrades , true to be . V. We will prize thee , bright New - year , Dearly , wisely , carefully- Use thee well , and hold thee dear , ' Till thy latest hour draws near , And , like thy sire , thou die . VI . Thou shalt bring us ...
... Thou , Comrades , true to be . V. We will prize thee , bright New - year , Dearly , wisely , carefully- Use thee well , and hold thee dear , ' Till thy latest hour draws near , And , like thy sire , thou die . VI . Thou shalt bring us ...
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... thou till I come . ' It is , confessedly , a difficult matter to write good sacred poetry of any kind ; but especially , to paraphrase in verse the events of Scripture history . One chief cause of this is , that the ordinary aids of ...
... thou till I come . ' It is , confessedly , a difficult matter to write good sacred poetry of any kind ; but especially , to paraphrase in verse the events of Scripture history . One chief cause of this is , that the ordinary aids of ...
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... thou blest , O , Israel . ' 6 A whirlwind from the Desert rushed , Deep thunders echoed round the hill . King , Prophet , multitude , were hushed ! The thunders sank , the blast was still . Broad on the East , a Newborn Star , On cloud ...
... thou blest , O , Israel . ' 6 A whirlwind from the Desert rushed , Deep thunders echoed round the hill . King , Prophet , multitude , were hushed ! The thunders sank , the blast was still . Broad on the East , a Newborn Star , On cloud ...
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Page 77 - Thus saith the Lord, Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom, neither let the mighty man glory in his might, let not the rich man glory in his riches: but let him that glorieth glory in this, that he understandeth and knoweth me, that I am the Lord which exercise lovingkindness, judgment, and righteousness, in the earth: for in these things I delight, saith the Lord.
Page 68 - It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in: that bringeth the princes to nothing; he maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.
Page 532 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 544 - Come, let us go while we are in our prime; And take the harmless folly of the time. We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun; And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go...
Page 355 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern : then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
Page 53 - The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. 'O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o...
Page 20 - And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars ; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth : for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.
Page 585 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Page 402 - I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.
Page 402 - Behold the merry minstrels of the morn, The swarming songsters of the careless grove, Ten thousand throats that, from the flowering thorn, Hymn their good God and carol sweet of love, Such grateful kindly raptures them emove!