A Gallery To The Temple. The Incarnation (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(My God) who dids't thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights't us thy ...
(My God) who dids't thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights't us thy ...
Fire away, fire away, boys must have their play,There'll be hard work yetBefore sunset:But what of the day when the ...
(From _The Shepherd's Hunting_)Seest thou not, in clearest days,Oft thick fogs cloud Heaven's rays?And that vapours which do breatheFrom the ...
Lord, what is man? why should he cost TheeSo dear? what had his ruin lost Thee?Lord, what is man, that ...
The present implies presencethusunauthorized by the presentthese letters are left authorless --have lost all originsince the inscribing handlost life.The harshness ...
The soul of a nation awaking,-High visions of daybreak,-I saw;A people renewed; the forsakingOf sin, and the worship of law.Sing, ...
There is a lady sweet and kind,Was never face so pleas'd my mind;I did but see her passing by,And yet ...
Should fickle hands in far-off daysNo longer stroke thy hair,And lips that once were proud to praiseForget to call thee ...
THE ADDRESS. Where's Friendships Residence? To what unknown New Planet--World is That rare Phoenix flown? Great, and Good GOD! Who ...
Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a ...
Give me the life of a huntsman,It wants a lot of beating...I know, I've served my apprenticeshipWith that famous hunter, ...
THAT voice I hear,-how heard I cannot tell,- Although my home is this, seems from my home: There… still it ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings, ...
O weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings ...
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's ...
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, ...
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea, Then vanish, and die utterly. One would not know that rain-drops fell If ...
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