The minstrel, a collection of moral and religious poems1824 |
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... pride ; 06 Those jarring truths , which human art beguile , Thy sacred page thus bids me reconcile . " Offspring of God , no less thy pedigree , What thou once wert , art now , and still may be , Thy God alone can tell , alone decree ...
... pride ; 06 Those jarring truths , which human art beguile , Thy sacred page thus bids me reconcile . " Offspring of God , no less thy pedigree , What thou once wert , art now , and still may be , Thy God alone can tell , alone decree ...
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... pride , Curb'd , or deferr'd , or balk'd , or gratify'd , Rage on , and make thee equally unbless'd , In what thou want'st , and what thou hast possess'd , In vain thou hop'st for bliss on this poor clod , Return , and seek thy Father ...
... pride , Curb'd , or deferr'd , or balk'd , or gratify'd , Rage on , and make thee equally unbless'd , In what thou want'st , and what thou hast possess'd , In vain thou hop'st for bliss on this poor clod , Return , and seek thy Father ...
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... pride . THE MORNING LARK . Feather'd lyric ! warbling high , Sweetly gaining on the sky , Opening with thy matin - lay ( Nature's hymn ! ) the eye of day , Teach my soul , on early wing , Thus to soar , and thus to sing . While the ...
... pride . THE MORNING LARK . Feather'd lyric ! warbling high , Sweetly gaining on the sky , Opening with thy matin - lay ( Nature's hymn ! ) the eye of day , Teach my soul , on early wing , Thus to soar , and thus to sing . While the ...
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... pride and patterns of the day , Whose high - prized friendship fools and strangers boast- Blush , thou ! to court their barren fame ; Let home , sweet home , thy presence claim , And those enjoy thy smiles who love thee most ! A ...
... pride and patterns of the day , Whose high - prized friendship fools and strangers boast- Blush , thou ! to court their barren fame ; Let home , sweet home , thy presence claim , And those enjoy thy smiles who love thee most ! A ...
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... pride ! E'en at this moment , on the burning gale Floats the weak wailing of the female tongue : And can that sex's softness nought avail- Must naked woman shriek amid the throng ? O cease to think , my soul ! what thousands 31 Slaves.
... pride ! E'en at this moment , on the burning gale Floats the weak wailing of the female tongue : And can that sex's softness nought avail- Must naked woman shriek amid the throng ? O cease to think , my soul ! what thousands 31 Slaves.
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Page 191 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Page 190 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 168 - 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...
Page 59 - While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 189 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Page 144 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 187 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
Page 190 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good ! Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 154 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done.
Page 191 - 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.