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Emblems Divine and Moral: Together with Hieroglyphics of the Life of Man
Повний перегляд - 1778
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Сторінка 159 - My flesh trembleth for fear of thee; and I am afraid of thy judgments.
Сторінка 105 - WHY dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Does that eclipsing hand so long deny The sunshine of thy soul-enlivening eye? Without that light, what light remains in me ? Thou art my life, my way, my light ; in thee I live, I move, and by thy beams I see. Thou art my life ; if thou but turn away, My life's a thousand deaths: thou art my way; Without thee, LORD, I travel not, but stray. My light thou art ; without thy glorious sight, My eyes are darkened with perpetual night. My GOD, thou art my way,...
Сторінка 106 - But life? And where is life but in thine eye? And yet thou turn'st away thy face, and fly'st me; And yet I sue for grace, and thou deny'st me; Speak, art thou angry, Lord, or only try'st me?
Сторінка 155 - ALL, thou art my rest, my home ; My way is tedious, and my steps are slow : Reach forth thy helpful hand, or bid me come ; I am thy child, O teach thy child to go : Conjoin thy sweet commands to my desire, And I will venture, though I fall or tire.
Сторінка 200 - I'm his by penitence, he mine by grace; I'm his by purchase, he is mine by blood! He's my supporting elm, and I his vine; Thus I my best beloved's am; thus he is mine. He gives me wealth, I give him all my vows; I give him...
Сторінка 105 - Thou art my life; if thou but turn away, My life's a thousand deaths: thou art my way; Without thee, Lord, I travel not, but stray. My light thou art; without thy glorious sight, Mine eyes are dark'ned with perpetual night: My God, thou art my way, my life, my light.
Сторінка 208 - I LOVE, and have some cause to love, the earth : She is my Maker's creature, therefore good : She is my mother, for she gave me birth ; She is my tender nurse ; she gives me food : But what's a creature, Lord, compared with thee ? Or what's my mother, or my nurse to me ? I love the air : her dainty sweets refresh My drooping soul, and to new sweets invite me ; Her...
Сторінка 200 - I my best beloved's am; thus he is mine. He is my altar; I, his holy place; I am his guest, and he my living food; I'm his by penitence, he mine by grace; I'm his by purchase, he is mine by blood! He's my supporting elm, and I his vine; Thus I my best beloved's am; thus he is mine.
Сторінка 76 - Her broken flags, preparing t' overlook The tim'rous mallard at the sliding brook, Jets oft from perch to perch ; from stock to ground ; From ground to window ; thus surveying round Her dove-befeather'd prison, till at length (Calling her noble birth to mind, and strength Whereto her wing was born) her ragged beak Nips off her jangling jesses, strives to break Her jingling fetters, and begins to bate At ev'ry...