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Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761

Davies, Samuel (1723-1761)

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, CHIEFLY ON Divine Subjects.
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BOOK I.
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I. LORD Thou knowest all Things, Thou knowest that I love Thee. Joh. xxi. 17.
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II. Early Piety recommended. (Sent originally in a Letter to two young Ladies.)
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III. Philosophic Devotion. (Occasioned by reading The Religious Philosopher.)
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IV. SOLOMON.
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IV. I said, I will be wise: but it was far from me.
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VI. Of Him, and thro' Him, and to Him are all Things. Rom. 11. ult.
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VII. ANOTHER.
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VIII. Sinful Immortality worse than Non-Existence.
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IX. A Clergyman's Reflections on hearing of the Death of one of his pious Parishoners. Dec. 5. 1750.
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X. The Soul releas'd by Death.
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XI. Gratitude and Impotence
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XII. The universal Lamentation.
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XIII. The Aspiration.
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XIV. The Soul early estranged from its Divine Parent.
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XV. A Survey of human Nature.
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XVI. Whom have I in Heaven but Thee? And there is none upon Earth I desire besides Thee. My Flesh and my Heart faileth; but Thou art the Strength of my Heart, and my Portion forever. Ps. lxxiii. 25, 26.
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XVII. Conjugal Love and Happiness. February 27, 1750–1.
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XVIII. The Messiah's Kingdom. Extracted out of the Prophet Isaiah
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XIX. ΑΔΗΣ Or, The invisible World.
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XX. The Triumphs of CHRIST's dying Love.
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BOOK II.
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THE APPENDIX
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UNCOLLECTED POEMS
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POEMS ASCRIBED TO DAVIES

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Thou embryo-angel, or thou infant fiend,
A being now begun, but ne'er to end,
What boding fears a Father's heart torment,
Trembling and anxious for the grand event,
Lest thy young soul so late by Heav'n bestow'd,
Forget her Father, and forget her God!
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Lest, while imprison'd in this house of clay,
To tyrant lusts she fall an helpless prey!
And lest, descending still from bad to worse,
Her immortality should prove her curse!
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