Bell's Edition, 第 63~64 巻J. Bell, 1782 |
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... Sounds fweet from ev'ry string . 6. Hark , how beyond the narrow bounds Of time and space they run , And speak in moft majestick founds The Godhead of the Son ! Volume V. 20 24 K 7. How on the Father's breaft he lay , The Book I. 109 ...
... Sounds fweet from ev'ry string . 6. Hark , how beyond the narrow bounds Of time and space they run , And speak in moft majestick founds The Godhead of the Son ! Volume V. 20 24 K 7. How on the Father's breaft he lay , The Book I. 109 ...
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... flat your highest praises fall Below th ' immense original ! Weak creatures we that ftrive in vain To reach an uncreated train ! 20 8 12 16 20 6. Great God ! forgive our feeble lays , Sound Book I. 115 LYRICK POEMS .
... flat your highest praises fall Below th ' immense original ! Weak creatures we that ftrive in vain To reach an uncreated train ! 20 8 12 16 20 6. Great God ! forgive our feeble lays , Sound Book I. 115 LYRICK POEMS .
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John Bell. 6. Great God ! forgive our feeble lays , Sound out thine own eternal praise ; A fong fo vaft a theme fo high Calls for the voice that tun'd the sky . Pardon and fanctification . My crimes awake , and hideous fear Diftracts my ...
John Bell. 6. Great God ! forgive our feeble lays , Sound out thine own eternal praise ; A fong fo vaft a theme fo high Calls for the voice that tun'd the sky . Pardon and fanctification . My crimes awake , and hideous fear Diftracts my ...
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... Sound from a mortal tongue . 28 4 8 12 16 5. His charms fhall make my numbers flow And hold the falling floods , While filence fits on ev'ry bough And bends the lift'ning woods . 20 6. I'll carve our paffion on the bark , And 140 Book I ...
... Sound from a mortal tongue . 28 4 8 12 16 5. His charms fhall make my numbers flow And hold the falling floods , While filence fits on ev'ry bough And bends the lift'ning woods . 20 6. I'll carve our paffion on the bark , And 140 Book I ...
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... Sounds like the fofter viol fweet , And like the trumpet strong . Divine attention held my foul ; I was all car ; Thro ' all my pow'rs the heav'nly accents roll : I long'd and wifh'd my Bradb'ry there : " Could he but hear thefe notes ...
... Sounds like the fofter viol fweet , And like the trumpet strong . Divine attention held my foul ; I was all car ; Thro ' all my pow'rs the heav'nly accents roll : I long'd and wifh'd my Bradb'ry there : " Could he but hear thefe notes ...
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103 ページ - 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, And shout him welcome to the skies.
128 ページ - And shed a sweet perfume. Here I put off the chains of death My soul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to wet my urn ; Raphael, behold me all...
109 ページ - Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too ; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue — Here's joyful work for you.
xxxi ページ - The best of them sinks below the idea which I form of a divine or moral ode. He that deals in the mysteries of Heaven, or of the Muses, should be a genius of no vulgar mould...
96 ページ - And thine, my Mitio, (the fair saint replies.) Life, death, the world below, and worlds on high, And place, and time, are ours; and things to come, And past, and present, for our interest stands Firm in our mystic head, the title sure.
xxvii ページ - Poland, would need no excuse, did they but rise to the beauty of the original. I have often taken the freedom to add ten or twenty lines, or to leave out as many, that I might suit my song more to my own design, or because I saw it impossible to present the force, the fineness, and the fire of his expression in our language.
106 ページ - Thoughts like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings, And the smart twinges, when the eye beholds the Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance Rolling afore Him.
xxix ページ - I ever affect archaisms, exoticisms, and a quaint uncouthness of speech, in order to become perfectly Miltonian. It is my opinion that blank verse may be written with all due elevation of thought in a modern...
51 ページ - Chained to His throne a volume lies, With all the fates of men; With every angel's form and size, Drawn by th
xvii ページ - Boileau's objection, from other poets of his own country. What a noble use have Racine and Corneille made of Christian subjects, in some of their best tragedies ! What a variety of divine scenes are displayed, and pious passions awakened in those poems. The martyrdom of Polyeucte, how doth it reign over our love and pity, and at the same time animate our zeal and devotion...