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Сторінка 234 - OH ! for a closer walk with God ; A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Сторінка 390 - Kempenfelt is gone , His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Сторінка 165 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer, but not inebriate, wait on. each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Сторінка 133 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; * if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country, and their shackles, fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Сторінка 298 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, "The wine is left behind!" "Good lack!" quoth he — "yet bring it me My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Сторінка 234 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
Сторінка 211 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !" The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous, hosanna round.
Сторінка 298 - My sister and my sister's child, myself and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride on horseback after we." He soon replied, "I do admire of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, therefore it shall be done. I am a linen-draper bold, as all the world doth know, And my good friend the calendrer will lend his horse to go.