The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volym 45–47

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Samuel Johnson
C. Bathurst, 1779
 

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Sida 365 - CRADLE HYMN. By Isaac Watts, DD Hush, my dear! Lie still, and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings, without number, Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe! Thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.
Sida 367 - May'st thou live to know and fear Him, Trust and love Him all thy days ; Then go dwell for ever near Him, See His face, and sing His praise...
Sida 365 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Sida 332 - The fields provide me food, and show The goodness of the Lord; But fruits of life and glory grow In thy most holy word.
Sida 356 - To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth and all in heaven.
Sida 339 - Jesus, who reigns above the sky And keeps the world in awe, Was once a child as young as I, And kept his Father's law.
Sida 97 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again. 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ; Up to his Father's court he flies ! Cherubic legions guard him home...
Sida 111 - Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder, (If things eternal may be like these earthly) Such the dire terror when the great Archangel Shakes the creation ; Tears the strong pillars of the vault of heaven, Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes.
Sida 341 - LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too.
Sida 78 - The' ascending bubbles mark his gloomy way : Quick fix the nets, and cut off his retreat Into the sheltering deeps. Ah, there he vents! The pack plunge headlong, and protended spears Menace destruction : while the troubled surge Indignant foams, and all the scaly kind Affrighted, hide their heads. Wild tumult reigns, And loud uproar. Ah there once more he vents ! See, that bold hound has seiz'd him; down they sink, Together lost; but soon shall he repent His rash assault.

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