Lewesdon hill, a poem [by W. Crowe.].

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At the Clarendon Press, MDCCLXXXVIII. Sold by D. Prince and J. Cooke, Oxford, 1788 - Landscapes - 28 pages

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Page 21 - Him that overcometh, will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out : and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God : and I will write upon him my new name.
Page 14 - So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife, loveth himself; for no man ever yet hated his own flesh, but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church ; for we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones.
Page 31 - Take away all hatred and prejudice, and whatsoever else may hinder us from godly Union and Concord : that, as there is but one Body, and one Spirit, and one Hope of our Calling, one Lord, one Faith, one Baptism, one God and Father of us all, so we may henceforth be all of one heart, and of one soul, united in one holy bond of Truth and Peace, of Faith and Charity, and may with one mind and one mouth glorify thee; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Page 16 - Peter said, Ananias, why hath Satan filled thine heart to lie to the Holy Ghost, and to keep back part of the price of the land? Whiles it remained, was it not thine own? And after it was sold, was it not in thine own power? Why hast thou conceived this thing in thine heart? Thou hast not lied unto men, but unto God.
Page 7 - And thus this man died, leaving his death for an example of a noble courage, and a memorial of virtue, not only unto young men, but unto all his nation.
Page 22 - Williams, a little before her death. 0! my friend, the approach of death is very dreadful. I am afraid to think on that which I know I cannot avoid. It is vain to look round and round for that help which cannot be had.
Page 19 - And, mid the earthquake's awful riot hurl'd, Shaking the deep foundations of the world. Hence Superstition sprung in elder time, Wild as the soil, and gloomy as the clime. Midst rocks and wastes the Grove tremendous rose : O'er the rude altars hung in dread repose A twilight pale ; like the dim sickly noon, When the mid-sun retires behind the moon.
Page 21 - Nature's works as powerful sway, As the great Lord and Maker of the day. Rocks, by infernal spells and magic prayer, Shook from their base, and trembled high in air. The blasted stars their fading light withdrew ; The labouring moon shed down a baleful dew ; Spirits of hell aerial dances led ; And rifted graves gave up the pale cold dead. Imperial Man, creation's Lord and Pride, To crown the sacrificial horrors, died : That Hesus, direly pleas'd, in joyous mood, Might flesh their swords, and glut...
Page 8 - It is no hard matter for many to be shut up in the hands of a few; and with...
Page 13 - We, more favored, are permitted, peacefully and at our leisure, to " walk through the land in the length of it and in the breadth of it;" and it is time to " arise

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