The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volume 3William Pickering, 1831 |
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... Soon wither'd , scorch'd , and dead . The thorny ground is sure to baulk All hopes of harvest there ; We find a tall and sickly stalk , But not the fruitful ear . The beaten path and highway side Receive the trust in vain ; The watchful ...
... Soon wither'd , scorch'd , and dead . The thorny ground is sure to baulk All hopes of harvest there ; We find a tall and sickly stalk , But not the fruitful ear . The beaten path and highway side Receive the trust in vain ; The watchful ...
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... Yet will I remember thee . " Mine is an unchanging love , Higher than the heights above ; Deeper than the depths beneath , Free and faithful , strong as death . " Thou shalt see my glory soon , When the 18 HYMNS . Lovest thou.
... Yet will I remember thee . " Mine is an unchanging love , Higher than the heights above ; Deeper than the depths beneath , Free and faithful , strong as death . " Thou shalt see my glory soon , When the 18 HYMNS . Lovest thou.
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William Cowper. " Thou shalt see my glory soon , When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne shalt be : — Say , poor sinner , lovest thou me ? " Lord , it is my chief complaint , That my love is weak and faint : Yet I love thee ...
William Cowper. " Thou shalt see my glory soon , When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne shalt be : — Say , poor sinner , lovest thou me ? " Lord , it is my chief complaint , That my love is weak and faint : Yet I love thee ...
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... soon shalt leave this wretched spot , And rise with me to dwell . " In life my grace shall strength supply , Proportion'd to thy day ; At death thou still shalt find me nigh , To wipe thy tears away . " Thus I , who once my wretched ...
... soon shalt leave this wretched spot , And rise with me to dwell . " In life my grace shall strength supply , Proportion'd to thy day ; At death thou still shalt find me nigh , To wipe thy tears away . " Thus I , who once my wretched ...
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... soon be made his own . What ! when a Paul has run his course , Or when Apollos dies , Is Israel left without resource ? And have we no supplies ? Yes , while the dear Redeemer lives We have a HYMNS . 31 On the Death of a Minister.
... soon be made his own . What ! when a Paul has run his course , Or when Apollos dies , Is Israel left without resource ? And have we no supplies ? Yes , while the dear Redeemer lives We have a HYMNS . 31 On the Death of a Minister.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abode Æneas ANTISTROPHE bard Behold beneath birdlime birds blessing blest bliss blood boast bosom breast breath Cacus call'd CALLIMACHUS dark dear death deep delight Delos divine docet Dryope dwell e'en earth eyes fair faith fame Faunus fear feel fill'd fire fix'd flame give glory grace grief grove hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly Jesus Jove king labour lambs Latian Latium light live Lord lyre mind muse never night numbers nymphs o'er once pain Pallas pass'd peace Phoebus pleasure praise prayer prove reign repose rest rill sacred Saviour scene seek your home shades shalt shine shore sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring stream sweet tears theme thine thou art thou hast thought THRACIAN Thyrsis Tiber trembling truth Twas verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE voice Where'er WILLIAM HAYLEY wish youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 32 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
Página 44 - The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree ; And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee.
Página 46 - SOMETIMES a light surprises ^ The Christian while he sings : It is the Lord who rises With healing in His wings. When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it, after rain.
Página 14 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Página 315 - Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left.
Página 317 - No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear. And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme, A more enduring date. But misery still delights to trace Its 'semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allay'd, No- light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd each alone : But I beneath...
Página 250 - Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak. She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 32 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 29 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. 3 The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Página 36 - GOD of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint ! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor...