Lyra sacra, being a collection of hymns ancient and modern, odes and fragments of sacred poetry, compiled and ed. by B.W. SavileBourchier Wrey Savile 1861 |
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Sida vi
... beauty of expreffion , and sublime loftiness of thought are * It is right to state that the authorship of this very beautiful ode has been attributed by a writer in " Notes and Queries " to Mifs Lloyd of Philadelphia . The internal ...
... beauty of expreffion , and sublime loftiness of thought are * It is right to state that the authorship of this very beautiful ode has been attributed by a writer in " Notes and Queries " to Mifs Lloyd of Philadelphia . The internal ...
Sida viii
... to dif- cover ) , which , for the beauty of its compofition , is equal , while , for the loftinefs of its fubject , it is neceffarily fuperior , to the well - known and deservedly admired Ode on " The Death of Sir John viii Preface .
... to dif- cover ) , which , for the beauty of its compofition , is equal , while , for the loftinefs of its fubject , it is neceffarily fuperior , to the well - known and deservedly admired Ode on " The Death of Sir John viii Preface .
Sida x
... beauty , terminating with a chorus to the praise of Jehovah , in which the Pfalmift * invokes men and angels , fun , moon , and stars , and all the elements and calls upon them to join in one * We avoid naming David as the author of the ...
... beauty , terminating with a chorus to the praise of Jehovah , in which the Pfalmift * invokes men and angels , fun , moon , and stars , and all the elements and calls upon them to join in one * We avoid naming David as the author of the ...
Sida 6
... beauty firft began her reign , And light Thee to the realm of glory . Awake , my foul , and quaff thy fill , Drink freely of that fountain - rill , Whose wave impregned with bleffing flows , The Lethe of terreftrial woes- Bend lowly at ...
... beauty firft began her reign , And light Thee to the realm of glory . Awake , my foul , and quaff thy fill , Drink freely of that fountain - rill , Whose wave impregned with bleffing flows , The Lethe of terreftrial woes- Bend lowly at ...
Sida 10
... Beauty On thy bofom gently tend . Thou alone wast counted worthy This world's ranfom to uphold ; For a fhipwrecked world preparing Harbour , like the Ark of old ; With the Sacred Blood anointed From the wounded Lamb that rolled . Laud ...
... Beauty On thy bofom gently tend . Thou alone wast counted worthy This world's ranfom to uphold ; For a fhipwrecked world preparing Harbour , like the Ark of old ; With the Sacred Blood anointed From the wounded Lamb that rolled . Laud ...
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Lyra sacra, being a collection of hymns ancient and modern, odes ..., Utgåva 51 Bourchier Wrey Savile Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1862 |
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Sida 130 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Sida 70 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Sida 72 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Sida 108 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Sida 149 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Sida 102 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Sida 100 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Sida 25 - For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.
Sida 160 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sida 72 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?