The Works of Anna Lætitia Barbauld: With a Memoir, Volumen1

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1825 - 814 páginas
V. 1. Memoir. Poems -- v. 2. Correspondence. Miscellaneous pieces.
 

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Página 321 - Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines ; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat ; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls : Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Página 261 - I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part ; And when, or how, or where we met I own to me 'sa secret yet.
Página 262 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good-morning.
Página 331 - See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage ; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; Perils and snares beset thee round ; Beware of all ; guard every part ; But most, the traitor in thy heart.
Página 325 - Triumphant from the tomb ! 3 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. 4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.
Página 321 - PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days ; Bounteous source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ...
Página 322 - Yet should rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the ripening ear ; Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot Drop her green untimely fruit...
Página 335 - ... forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste ! 3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain ; Ye, whose...
Página 315 - So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.
Página 333 - To each, the soul of each how dear ! What jealous love ! what holy fear ! How doth the generous flame within Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin ! 3 Their streaming eyes together flow For human guilt and mortal wo ; Their ardent prayers together rise, Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 4 Together both they seek the place Where God reveals his awful face : How high, how strong, their raptures swell.

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