The Works of Anna L©¡titia Barbauld: With a Memoir, 1±Ç

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1825 - 814ÆäÀÌÁö
V. 1. Memoir. Poems -- v. 2. Correspondence. Miscellaneous pieces.

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321 ÆäÀÌÁö - Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines ; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat ; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls : Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
261 ÆäÀÌÁö - I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part ; And when, or how, or where we met I own to me 'sa secret yet.
331 ÆäÀÌÁö - See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage ; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; Perils and snares beset thee round ; Beware of all ; guard every part ; But most, the traitor in thy heart.
321 ÆäÀÌÁö - PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days ; Bounteous source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ...
335 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain ; Ye, whose...
322 ÆäÀÌÁö - All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land ; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowing stores...
324 ÆäÀÌÁö - AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.
330 ÆäÀÌÁö - 11 mount aloft to thine abode ; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 273. LM MBS BARBAULD. The Christian Warfare. 1 AWAKE, my soul ! lift up thine eyes ; See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host ; Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost.
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - How blest the sacred tie that binds In union sweet according minds ! How swift the heavenly course they run, Whose hearts, whose 'faith, whose hopes are one ! 2.
315 ÆäÀÌÁö - How blest the righteous when he dies ! When sinks a weary soul to rest ! How mildly beam the closing eyes ! How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore.

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