The Works of Anna LŠtitia Barbauld: With a Memoir, Volume 1

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1825 - 814 pagina's
V. 1. Memoir. Poems -- v. 2. Correspondence. Miscellaneous pieces.

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Pagina 321 - Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines ; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat ; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls : Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Pagina 261 - I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part ; And when, or how, or where we met I own to me 'sa secret yet.
Pagina 321 - PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days ; Bounteous source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ...
Pagina 324 - AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.
Pagina 262 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
Pagina 322 - All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land ; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowing stores...
Pagina 330 - 11 mount aloft to thine abode ; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 273. LM MBS BARBAULD. The Christian Warfare. 1 AWAKE, my soul ! lift up thine eyes ; See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host ; Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost.
Pagina 332 - How blest the sacred tie that binds In union sweet according minds ! How swift the heavenly course they run, Whose hearts, whose 'faith, whose hopes are one ! 2.
Pagina 262 - To the vast ocean of empyreal flame From whence thy essence came Dost thou thy flight pursue, when freed From matter's base encumbering weed? Or dost thou, hid from sight, Wait, like some spell-bound knight, Through blank oblivious years th' appointed hour To break thy trance and reassume thy power?
Pagina 316 - How bright the unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say, " How blest the righteous when he dies !

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