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His master taken from his head, Elisha saw him go; And in desponding accents said, “Ah, what must Israel do?” But he forgot the Lord who lifts
Come, peace of mind, delightful gu… Return and make thy downy nest Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I, nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view,
A poet’s cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks to which she might retir… And where, secure as mouse in chin…
(Exodus, XV.26) Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are, Waiting to feel Thy touch: Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair And, Saviour, we are such.
The suitors sinned, but with a fai… Whom all this elegance might well… Nor can our censure on the husband… Who, for a wife so lovely, slew th…
The billows swell, the winds are h… Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to Thee I call,… My fears are great, my strength is… O Lord, the pilot’s part perform,
A hermit (or if 'chance you hold That title now too trite and old), A man, once young, who lived retir… As hermit could have well desired, His hours of study closed at last,
Take to thy bosom, gentle earth, a… With much hard labor in thy servic… He set the vines that clothe yon a… And he these olives that the vale… He fill’d with grain the glebe; th…
There is in souls a sympathy with… And as the mind is pitch’d the ear… With melting airs, or martial, bri… Some chord in unison with what we… Is touch’d within us, and the hear…
Beneath the hedge or near the stre… A worm is known to stray, That shows by night a lucid beam, Which disappears by day. Disputes have been and still preva…
Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth, Nor dare Thy least commandment sl… Yet pierced by sin the serpent’s t… I mourn the anguish of the bite. But though the poison lurks within…
Hast thou a friend? thou hast inde… A rich and large supply. Treasure to serve your every need, Well managed, till you die.
To be remembered thus is fame, And in the first degree; And did the few like her the same, The press might sleep for me. So Homer, in the memory stored
Sweet tenants of this grove! Who sing without design, A song of artless love, In unison with mine: These echoing shades return
O Lord, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to Thy… And make Thy pleasure mine. Why whould I shrink at Thy comman…