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Página 28 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 20 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 80 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond" maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there ! " Then bear my corse, my comrades, bear, This bridegroom blithe to meet, He in his wedding-trim so gay, I in my winding-sheet.
Página 86 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.
Página 16 - Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. O, how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart ! But Thou canst read it there. Thy providence my life sustain'd, And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast.
Página 16 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Página 20 - How are Thy servants blest, O Lord How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. 3...
Página 210 - Thrice happy bird ! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men ; And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine, And such a head between 'em.
Página 78 - When beating rains descend ? So droop'd the slow-consuming maid, Her life now near its end. By Lucy warn'd, of flattering swains Take heed, ye easy fair : Of vengeance due to broken vows, Te perjur'd swains, beware. Three times, all in the dead of night, A bell was heard to ring ; And shrieking at her window thrice, The raven flapp'd his wing.