Poems, Sacred and MoralT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1803 - Počet stran: 177 |
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Strana 79 - O Assyrian, the rod of mine anger ! and the staff" in their hand is mine indignation : I will send him against an hypocritical nation, and against the people of my wrath will I give him a charge, to take the spoil, and to take the prey, and to tread them down like the mire of the streets.
Strana 82 - I have put down the inhabitants like a valiant man : and my hand hath found as a nest the riches of the people : and as one gathereth eggs that are left, have I gathered all the earth ; and there was none that moved the wing, or opened the mouth, or peeped.
Strana 82 - By the strength of my hand I have done it, and by my wisdom ; for I am prudent: and I have removed the bounds of the people, and have robbed their treasures, and I have put down the inhabitants like a valiant man...
Strana 81 - Wherefore it shall come to pass, that, when the Lord hath performed his whole work upon Mount Zion and on Jerusalem, I will punish the fruit of the stout heart of the king of Assyria, and the glory of his high looks.
Strana 5 - No terrors haunt thee ! — -Lo, 'tis Winter's reign : His broad hand, plunging in the' Atlantic main, Lifts into mountain piles the boiling deep, And bounds with vales of death each billowy steep.
Strana 87 - In golden pomp, when autumn smiles, And hill and dale, its rich increase By man's full barns, exulting piles: Lord, is not that the hour of peace?
Strana 47 - And all that sat in the council, looking steadfastly on him, saw his face as it had been the face of an angel.
Strana 80 - fend him againft an hypocritical nation, " and againft the people of my wrath will " I give him a charge to take the fpoil, " and to take the prey,. and to tread them *' down like the mire of the ftreets. How" beit he meaneth not fo, neither doth his '' heart think fo, but it is in his heart to " deftroy and cut off nations not a few.
Strana 13 - TURN, turn thy hasty foot aside, Nor crush that helpless worm : The frame thy wayward looks deride Required a God to form.
Strana 148 - Britain swelPd with Freedom's patriot zeal * ; Nor thus confin'd, for every clime could glow, And in a Slave's a Brother's wrongs could feel: Could feel, o'er Afric's race when avarice spread Her bloody wing, and shook in scorn the chain ; While...