English Sacred Poetry of the Sixteenth, Seventeenth, Eighteenth, and Nineteenth CenturiesRobert Aris Willmott Routledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1863 - 387 Seiten |
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... fair ; ( For fair is love ; ) and of itself begot Like to itself His eldest Son and Heir , Eternal , pure , and void of sinful blot , The firstling of His joy , in whom no jot Of love's dislike or pride was to be found , Whom He ...
... fair ; ( For fair is love ; ) and of itself begot Like to itself His eldest Son and Heir , Eternal , pure , and void of sinful blot , The firstling of His joy , in whom no jot Of love's dislike or pride was to be found , Whom He ...
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... fair , Endued with wisdom's riches , heavenly rare . Such He him made , that he resemble might Himself , as mortal thing immortal could : Him to be lord of every living wight He made by love out of His own like mould , In whom He might ...
... fair , Endued with wisdom's riches , heavenly rare . Such He him made , that he resemble might Himself , as mortal thing immortal could : Him to be lord of every living wight He made by love out of His own like mould , In whom He might ...
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... fair things above . Edmund Spenser . A CAUTION . WHY fearest thou thy outward foe , When thou thyself thy harm dost feed ? Of grief , or hurt , or pain , or woe , Within each thing is sown the seed . The knotty oak , and wainscot old ...
... fair things above . Edmund Spenser . A CAUTION . WHY fearest thou thy outward foe , When thou thyself thy harm dost feed ? Of grief , or hurt , or pain , or woe , Within each thing is sown the seed . The knotty oak , and wainscot old ...
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... at least the Fall be fair . Then , though dark'ned , you shall say , When Friends fail , and Princes frown , Virtue is the roughest way , But proves at night a Bed of Down . Wotton . THE CLOSING SCENE . BUT let it now sufficient be 23.
... at least the Fall be fair . Then , though dark'ned , you shall say , When Friends fail , and Princes frown , Virtue is the roughest way , But proves at night a Bed of Down . Wotton . THE CLOSING SCENE . BUT let it now sufficient be 23.
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... fair , agreeable and sweet , These things transport , and carry out the mind , That with herself the mind can never meet . Yet if affliction once her wars begin , And threat the feebler sense with sword and fire , The mind contracts ...
... fair , agreeable and sweet , These things transport , and carry out the mind , That with herself the mind can never meet . Yet if affliction once her wars begin , And threat the feebler sense with sword and fire , The mind contracts ...
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Angels beams beauty behold beneath bless blest breast breath bright brow cheerful clouds cold crown dark dead death deep DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB dost doth dread dreams dust dwell earth earthly Ebenezer Elliot Edmund Cartwright ELEGY WRITTEN eternal fair faith fear flowers George Crabbe gloom glorious glory grace grave grief hand Harrison Weir hast hath heart Heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour HYMN J. D. Watson life's light live look Lord mind morn mountains night o'er pain peace PENATES praise prayer PRAYER OF SOLOMON rest rise round sacred shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit spring stars STEPHEN'S DAY storm sweet tears tell tempest Thee thine things Thomas Chatterton Thomas Warton Thou art thought thro tomb Twas unto Vex'd voice wave winds wings wonder
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Seite 27 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Seite 233 - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Seite 178 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Seite 182 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 101 - These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ; who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Seite 102 - His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Seite 68 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Seite 102 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Seite 252 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Seite 326 - BY Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.