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" tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy. "
A Sermon, Preached at Haverhill, Mass., in Remembrance of Mrs. Harriet ... - Page 107
by Harriet Newell, Leonard Woods - 1830 - 238 pages
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The prose works of Robert Burns

Robert Burns - 1816 - 714 pages
...in whatever situation I may be — " 'Tis nought to me : " Since God is ever present, ever felt, " In the void waste as in the city full ; '• And where He vital breathes, there must be joy !" Saturday Night — half after Ten. What Kixury of bliss I was enjoying...
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Extracts of the Journals of the Late Rev. Thomas Coke, L. L. D.: Comprising ...

Thomas Coke - Caribbean Area - 1816 - 302 pages
...barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song, 'tis nought to me, . Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city, full : And where he vital breathes, there must be joy." The noxt day I preached at Sampsons Chapel, so called, because it was...
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Repository of Arts, Literature, Fashions &c

Decoration and ornament - 1823 - 434 pages
...with the value of the institutions of my native country; and though " God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full, And where he vital breathes there must be joy:" yet I wanted that intellectual acknowledgment of his omniscience, which...
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The seasons; to which is added the life of the author

James Thomson - 1816 - 256 pages
...Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. When...
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Elegant Extracts: A Copious Selection of Instructive, Moral, and ...

English poetry - 1817 - 314 pages
...Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. When even...
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Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and ...

Elizabeth Tomkins - English poetry - 1817 - 276 pages
...Rivers unknown to song, where first the snn 'Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ! And where he vital breathes, there must be joy. When...
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The Annual Biography and Obituary, Volume 2

Great Britain - 1818 - 708 pages
...distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. When...
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Iceland: Or the Journal of a Residence in that Island, During the ..., Volume 1

Ebenezer Henderson - Iceland - 1818 - 492 pages
...propriety, adopt the effusions of Thomson: " Tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full; And where he vital breathes, there must bejoy." The night was long, and a number of showers fell; but the length of the...
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The Methodist Magazine, Volume 8

Methodist Church - 1825 - 512 pages
...Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames o'er the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joy." THOMPSON....
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The Seasons, and Castle of Indolence ...

James Thomson, Dr. Johnson - Laziness - 1818 - 316 pages
...setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis naught to me : Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where HE vital breathes there must be joy. When e'en at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight...
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