The Believer’s Jointure : Chapter I. (Ralph Erskine Poems)
Containing the Privileges of the Believer that is espoused to Christ by faith of divine operation.Sect. I.The Believer's perfect beauty, ...
Containing the Privileges of the Believer that is espoused to Christ by faith of divine operation.Sect. I.The Believer's perfect beauty, ...
Man's sad necessity, destructive War,Sweeps to the grave the surplus of his sons,Where'er the kindly clime and soil inviteTo Love; ...
PART I.There was a young and valiant Knight,Sir Eldred was his name;And never did a worthier wightThe rank of knighthood ...
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
Munificence.See Hospitality. Rewards.He, suppliant, in the royal Presence stands,With Boughs of peaceful Olive in his Hands:And begs the King some ...
A Poem Which Obtained the Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commencement, July 1819.Oh! land to Memory and to Freedom dear,Land ...
I.As wand'ring late on Albion's shoreThat chains the rude tempestuous deep,I heard the hollow surges roarAnd vainly beat her guardian ...
1Memory, be still! why throng upon the thoughtThese scenes deep-stain'd with Sorrow's sable dye?Hast thou in store no joy-illumined draught,To ...
Through boughs still leafless, or through foliage thin,The sloping primrose-bed lies fair exposed,Begemmed with simple flowers, gladdening the sight.Hail! month ...
IIn the purple light, heavy with redwood, the slopes drop seaward,Headlong convexities of forest, drawn in together to the steepravine. ...
I. 1.O Thou, who glad'st the pensive soul,More than Aurora's smile the swain forlorn,Left all night long to mournWhere desolation frowns, ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale ...
SCENE, a Mountain in Circassia TIME, MidnightIn fair Circassia, where, to love inclined,Each swain was blest, for every maid was ...
Celestial choir! enthron'd in realms of light,Columbia's scenes of glorious toils I write.While freedom's cause her anxious breast alarms,She flashes ...
ARMEDA.WHY dost thou Sylvia pensive sit?Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow?Oft hast thou cheer'd us by thy wit,Why thus ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years,By storms unruffled and unstain'd by tears:Wing'd by new joys may each white ...
ME , from the source of every comfort torn,Condemn'd in pensive solitude to mourn,Me, a devoted prey to pain and ...
An ignominious monster and uncouth Who crouches in a Satanic attitude, The naked parody of some vital truth Concealed from ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
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