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Pagina 3
... praise to give To Him who wept that I might joy , And died , that I might live 4 : " Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters ; who maketh the clouds his chariots ; who walketh upon the wings of the wind . " - Ps . civ . 3 ...
... praise to give To Him who wept that I might joy , And died , that I might live 4 : " Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters ; who maketh the clouds his chariots ; who walketh upon the wings of the wind . " - Ps . civ . 3 ...
Pagina 15
... multitude of the heavenly host praising God , and saying , Glory to God in the highest , and on earth peace , good will toward men . " - Luke , ii . 13 , 14 . For thou didst bear away from earth But one of LESS . IX . 15 THE INCARNATION .
... multitude of the heavenly host praising God , and saying , Glory to God in the highest , and on earth peace , good will toward men . " - Luke , ii . 13 , 14 . For thou didst bear away from earth But one of LESS . IX . 15 THE INCARNATION .
Pagina 18
... praise . With dove - like wings , peace o'er yon village broods ! The dizzy mill - wheel rests ; the anvil's din Hath ceased ; all , all around is quietness . Less fearful on this day , the limping hare Stops and looks back , and stops ...
... praise . With dove - like wings , peace o'er yon village broods ! The dizzy mill - wheel rests ; the anvil's din Hath ceased ; all , all around is quietness . Less fearful on this day , the limping hare Stops and looks back , and stops ...
Pagina 19
... praise , Thy works themselves would raise a general voice ; Even in the depth of solitary woods , By human foot untrod , proclaim thy power : And to the quire celestial thee resound , The eternal cause , support , and end of all ! 2 THE ...
... praise , Thy works themselves would raise a general voice ; Even in the depth of solitary woods , By human foot untrod , proclaim thy power : And to the quire celestial thee resound , The eternal cause , support , and end of all ! 2 THE ...
Pagina 25
... praise him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . " This hymn is an imitation , or rather paraphrase of the 148th Psalm , and ( of what is a paraphrase upon that ) the canticle placed after the Te Deum in the ...
... praise him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . " This hymn is an imitation , or rather paraphrase of the 148th Psalm , and ( of what is a paraphrase upon that ) the canticle placed after the Te Deum in the ...
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Pagina 100 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pagina 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Pagina 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Pagina 67 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Pagina 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Pagina 35 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Pagina 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Pagina 68 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pagina 101 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...