Pseaulme Neufviesme

Confitebor tibi Domine in toto corde meo.

All my cueur you exalteray
Lord, and if racompteray
All your works nonpareils,
That are worthy of great wonders.

In thee I wouldst resjouyr,
On Aultre solace wouldst not jouyr:
O Treshault I wouldst in song
Celebrate your autentique Name:

Pource by thy great 'under
My enemy is defeated enfuyt,
Desconfit body, and courage,
One look at your face.

Pseaulme Huictiesme

Domine, Dominus noster, quam.

Nostre O God, and amyable Lord
How thy name is great, and admirable,
For all spacious land val
That your power esleve on cieulx!

Everything is seen in your grandmother 'under parfaicte,
Children up to the mouth, which allaicte,
And thereby drive onto confuz, and shot down
Any enemy that denies your virtue.

But when I voy, and contemplates courage
Your cieulx, which are your fingers hault book

Pseaulme Septiesme

Domine Deus meus in te speravi.

My God, in thee ay expectancy:
Avg therefore gives saulve asseurance
Of both of inhuman foes,
And fays, that falls into their hands:

In order that their chief gripe me,
And desrompe me, and dissipates
Qu'ung Lyon and devouring,
Without that no one is rescuing me.

My God, that I rest,
If I ay commys what it offers,
If to make him ay projecte,
Of my hand, turn cowardice:

Pseaulme Sixiesme

Domine, ne in furore tuo arguas me.

Vueilles not, O Lord,
Take me in your wrath,
Moy, who irritated you ay:
Does your terrible fury
Punish me of the horrible
Torment, Ay merited.

Ains, Lord, vien estendre
Upon me thy tender mercy,
Because I feel sick.
Doncques health gives me:
Astonished because my great evil
Wholes my bones, and my senses:

And my spirit is troubled
Greatly, and the double
In extreme soucy.

Pseaulme Cinquiesme

Verba mea auribus percipe.

To Parolles I wouldst say,
Forbid toy ear be provided,
And you congnoistre arrester
Wherefore my cueur think & souspire,
Sovereign Sire.

Hear the very fervent voice
Clamor of my God, my King,
Seeing that as seullement to toy
Presented my supplication
I offer, and present.

Morning before that day he faced,
If it pleases you, you exaulceras me:
Good morning as requested will be

Pseaulme Quatriesme

Cum invocarem, exaudivit me.

When I invocque, alas Escoute,
O God of my cause, and reason
My cueur tight, off teaser,
Thy pity is rebooting me
But exaulce my prayer.

How long inhumane people,
A falling tascherez my glory?
How long emprinses vain,
Without fruict, and full of abusion
Aymerez you, and seek?

Know, then he should say,
God for his gracious Roy
Between wholes wanted me eslire:

Pseaulme Troisieme

Domine, quid sunt multiplicati?

O Lord, that people
A diligent nuyre:
That trouble me, and grievent!
My God, as foes,
That the fields are mys,
And against me is eslevent!

I certainly several voy,
Who will say of me
Its strength is abolished:
More finds in his God
Relief aulcun place:
But it is a eulx folly.

For thou art my very sor
Shield & deffenseur,
And my glory esprouvee:
This toy is in brief talk

Pseaulme Second

Quare fremuerunt gentes.

Wherefore are bruyt, and assemble the people?
What folly to whisper the meine?
Wherefore are both diligent people
In addition mectre vain business?

Bandage were great kings of the earth,
And Primates have well as alleged
Conspiring, and want to make war
Wholes against God, and his well-beloved Roy.

Disants between eulx desrompons, and are breaking
Lyens the wholes which we pretend Iyer:

Pseaulme Premier

Beatus vir that not abiit.

That the Council has Malings este,
Which is the trac fishermen arreste,
Whom mocqueurs bench has taken up:
But night the, & date, Loy contemplates & decision
Of the Lord, and is desirous:
Cestuy there is certainly happy.

And so will be similar to the shrub
Planted along ung clear running stream,
And its fruict in its season brings,
Which also fueille not dead hook:

April Elegy, An - Part 16

At the dim head of the long winding stair
She waited, doubtful; the one gas-light's flare
Left the dusk round her shadowy and astir,
But outlined her
Sharply above him. As that flame
Touched into life her unforgotten face,
He paused, and could not speak her name.
And she from her high place
Looked down, and knew him, — silent a moment's space, —
And then swiftly she cried —
" Why did you ring? Come, wanderer, inside,
And see my wonderful rooms! — wonderful they were to be,

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