On Delia's lips, with raptured eye, On Delia's blushing lips I see A thousand full as sweet as thee.
And every echo taught my raptured name, And every virgin breathed her amorous vows, And precious wreaths of rich immortal fame, Showered by the Muses, crowned my lofty brows.
To Templars modesty, to parsons sense: So raptured priests, at famed Dodona's shrine, Drank inspiration from the steam divine.
In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever, Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river.
The cheering view before us Delights the raptured eye; The glorious cause is gaining New strength from day to day, The drunkard host is waning Before cold water's sway.
Their dearest welcome shall prepare, and prove Such joy o'er thee, as raptured seraphs know, Who learn their lesson at the Throne of Love.
What views now meet their trulyraptured sight-- All Nature's smiling in the evening light!
Raptured he quits each dozing sage, Oh woman, for thy lovelier page: Sweet book!
What pen can picture or what brush can paint The endless rapture of a raptured saint?
And the pathos of her music captivates the raptured heart!
Mrs. Bolan's that 'raptured she does nothin' but quaver about wid her shaky old v'ice.
Filled with delight, my raptured soul Can here no longer stay; Though Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I launch away.
The very rocks would break their raptured trance, If man find not his voice in fervent praise.
Waked by thy hand, the morning sun Pours forth to thee its earlier rays, And spreads thy glories as it climbs; While raptured worlds look up and praise.
Rise from the shadows that darken thy way-- Rise while thy faith's raptured pencil shall paint All its glorified dream of the Infinite Day.
A voice of more than mortal sound, In distant hallelujahs stole, Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul.
Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring To myraptured vision All the ecstatic joys that spring Round the bright elysian; Lo!
Then to my raptured ear Let one sweet song be given; Let music charm me last on earth, And greet me first in heaven!
Then to the shining realms of bliss The wings of faith shall soar, And all the charms of Paradise Our raptured thoughts explore.
Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay; Though Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away.
There shall my raptured spirit raise Still louder notes than angels sing, High glories to Immanuel's grace, My God, my Saviour, and my King!
When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptured lay, To celebrate thy praise.
Of mental darkness, of the tempter's power-- Across these skies no envious clouds shall roll, To dim the sunlight of the raptured soul.
I love to think of heaven, That promised land so fair; O how my raptured spirit longs To be for ever there.
And far away back of the cheerful blaze The beautiful visions of by-gone days Are rising before my raptured gaze.
Ravished by the strains ecstatic, Raptured by the vision grand, Gazed the pilgrim on the altar, Gazed upon the angel band.
Oh, what were life to them, did Hope not hold Her mirror, to unfold That glorious future to their raptured sight, When a new morn shall chase away this night!
Tarried he there in strange delicious strait, Lapt in the wonder of his dreaming sight; Then opening wide his arms in raptured prayer, Her gentle spirit swoon'd and nestled there.
Where is the brow whose gentlest beckonings led My raptured heart at will, now here, now there?
As fades each lesser ray Before your splendour more intense and bright, So to my raptured heart, When your surpassing sweetness you impart, No other thought of feeling may remain Where you, with Love himself, despotic reign.
Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptured saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love.
Then every tempting form of sin, Shamed in Thy presence, disappears; And all the glowing raptured soul The likeness it contemplates, wears.
