Horæ Lyricæ: Poems Chiefly of the Lyric Kind, in Three Books. Sacred I. To Devotion and Piety. II. To Virtue, Honour and Friendship. III. To the Memory of the Dead. By I. Watts |
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adore Angels Behold beneath beſt bleſs Bleſſings bleſt Bliſs Breath bright Charms Command Croſs Darkness dear Death Defire Delight deſcending Deſign Deſpair Divine dwell Earth Eternal Eyes facred fair falute Fame Feet fing Fire firſt Flame Fleſh Friendſhip Glory golden Grace Grief Groans GUNSTON happy Heart Heaven heavenly Honours immortal JESUS Joys juſt King Light LORD loſe Love Mind mortal mourn Muſe muſt Name Numbers o'er Paffion Pain Paſſions Pindaric pleaſing Pleaſure Pow'rs Praiſe raiſe Reaſon reigns reſt rife riſe roll roſe round ſacred SARISSA ſay Seas ſee ſeen ſelf Senſe Seraphs ſhall ſhe ſhining ſhould ſings Skies ſmiling ſome Song Sorrows Soul ſpeak ſpread ſtand Stars ſtill ſtood ſtretch ſtrong ſuch ſweet ſwell Tears thee theſe thine Things thoſe thou Thoughts thro Throne Thunder Tongue uſe vaſt Verſe VIII whoſe Wind Wings World
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Page 14 - thoufand Signs,' By thoufand thro' the Skies. II. Thofe mighty Orbs proclaim thy Power, . Their Motions -fpeak thy Skill ; ; • . And on the Wings of every Hour, We read thy Patience ftilL III. Part of thy Name divinely ftands On all thy Creatures writ, They
Page 70 - a thoufand Drops for you, A thoufand Drops of richer Blood. III. Here's Love and Grief beyond degree, The LORD of Glory dies for Men ! But lo, what fudden Joys I fee
Page 11 - Still reftlefs Nature dies and grows; From Change to Change the Creatures run: Thy Being no Succeffion knows, And all thy vaft Defigns are one. V. A Glance of thine runs thro' the Globes, Rules the bright Worlds, and moves their Frame: Broad Sheets of Light compofe thy Robes; Thy Guards are
Page 66 - V The Tide of Creatures ebbs and flows, Meafuring their Changes by the Moon; No Ebb his Sea of Glory knows; His Age is one Eternal Noon. VI. Then fly, my Song, an endlefs Round, The lofty Tune let Michael raife; All Nature dwell upon the Sound, But we can ne'er fulfil the Praife. JESUS the only Saviour. I.
Page 64 - But ah! how wide my Spirit flies, And wanders from her GOD! My Soul forgets the heavenly Prize, And treads the downward-Road. IV. The raging Fire, and ftormy Sea, Perform thine awful Will, And every Beaft, and every Tree, Thy great Defigns fulfil: V. While my wild Paffions rage within, Nor thy Commands
Page 89 - Ship broke the unknown Sea: And leaving his dear native Shores behind, Trufted his Life to the licentious Wind. I fee the furging Brine: the Tempeft raves: He on a Pine-Plank rides acrofs the Waves, Exulting on the Edge of thoufand gaping Graves: He fleers the winged Boat, and
Page 7 - The Honours of her GOD. II. Life, Death, and Hell, and Worlds unknown Hang on his firm Decree : He fits on no precarious Throne, Nor borrows Leave to be.
Page 91 - I hear the Voice, Ye dead arife, And lo, the Graves obey, And waking Saints with joyful Eyes Salute th' expected Day. VII. They leave the Duft, and on the Wing Rife to the middle Air, In
Page 70 - him welcome to the Skies. V, Break off your Tears, ye Saints, and tell How high our Great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how he fpoil'd the Hofts of
Page 152 - him Great. I know thy better Thoughts, I know Thy Reafon can't defcend fo low. Let a broad Stream with golden Sands Thro' all his Meadows roll, He's but a Wretch, with all his Lands, That wears a narrow Soul.