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Page xlvii - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise : So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Page 5 - Verum ubi plura nitent in carmine, non ego paucis Offendar maculis, quas aut incuria fudit Aut humana parum cavit natura.
Page cviii - Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains. At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away.
Page 46 - He bowed the heavens also, and came down : and darkness was under his feet. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
Page 113 - Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease, Fall prostrate at His throne : Ye princes, rulers, all adore ; Praise Him, ye kings, who makes your power An image of His own. Ye fair, by nature form'd to move, O praise th...
Page 110 - Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir ; Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire, The mighty chorus aid : Soon as grey ev'ning gilds the plain, Thou, moon, protract the melting strain.
Page xli - Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed glorioufly ; the horfe and his rider hath he thrown into the fea.
Page xlii - And with the blast of thy nostrils the waters were gathered together, The floods stood upright as an heap, And the depths were congealed in the heart of the sea.