#EnglishWriters
Where hast thou floated, in what s… Thy pastime? When wast thou an eg… Lost in the immensity of ocean’s w… Roar as they might, the overbearin… That rocked the deep, thy cradle,…
Oh how I love Thy holy Word, Thy gracious covenant, O Lord! It guides me in the peaceful way; I think upon it all the day. What are the mines of shining weal…
Oft we embrace our ills by discont… And give them bulk beyond what nat… A parent, brother, friend deceased… ‘He’s dead indeed, but he was born… Such temperate grief is suited to…
The saints should never be dismay’… Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect His ai… The Saviour will appear. This Abraham found: he raised the…
Sin has undone our wretched race; But Jesus has restored, And brought the sinner face to fac… With his forgiving Lord. This we repeat from year to year
Tears flow, and cease not, where t… Till all who know him follow to th… Tears therefore fall where Cheste… Him wife, friends, brothers, child… And justly—few shall ever him tran…
When darkness long has veil’d my m… And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. Straight I upbraid my wandering h…
Cowper had sinned with some excuse… If, bound in rhyming tethers, He had committed this abuse Of changing ewes for wethers; But, male for female is a trope,
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
Ancient dame, how wide and vast To a race like ours appears, Rounded to an orb at last, All thy multitude of years! We, the herd of human kind,
Survivor sole, and hardly such, of… That once lived here, thy brethren… (Since which I number threescore… A shattered veteran, hollow-trunke… As now, and with excoriate forks d…
My halting Muse, that dragg’st by… Thy slow, slow step, in melancholy… And lik’st that pace expressive of… Not less than Diopeia’s sprightli… When in the dance she beats with m…
The lapse of time and rivers is th… Both speed their journey with a re… The silent pace, with which they s… No wealth can bribe, no prayers pe… Alike irrevocable both when past,
At threescore winters’ end I died A cheerless being sole and sad; The nuptial knot I never tied, And wish my father never had.
A raven, while with glossy breast Her new-laid eggs she fondly press… And, on her wicker-work high mount… Her chickens prematurely counted (A fault philosophers might blame,