Specimens of sacred and serious poetry, from Chaucer to the present day; including Grahame's Sabbath [&c.] with biogr. notices and critical remarks, by J. JohnstoneJohn Johnstone 1827 |
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... Tears have I shed when thy most mournful voice Did tremblingly breathe forth that touching air By Scottish shepherd haply framed of old , Amid the silence of his pastoral hills , Weeping the flowers on Flodden - field that died . Wept ...
... Tears have I shed when thy most mournful voice Did tremblingly breathe forth that touching air By Scottish shepherd haply framed of old , Amid the silence of his pastoral hills , Weeping the flowers on Flodden - field that died . Wept ...
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... Tears could I give thee , when thou wert alive , The mournful tears of deep foreboding love That might not be restrain'd ; but now they seem Most idle all thy worldly course is o'er , And leaves such sweet remembrance in my soul As some ...
... Tears could I give thee , when thou wert alive , The mournful tears of deep foreboding love That might not be restrain'd ; but now they seem Most idle all thy worldly course is o'er , And leaves such sweet remembrance in my soul As some ...
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... tears Stand in his little eyes so softly blue , Till , quite o'ercome with pity , his white arms He twines around her neck , and hides his sighs , Most infantine , within her gladden'd breast , Like a sweet lamb , half sportive , half ...
... tears Stand in his little eyes so softly blue , Till , quite o'ercome with pity , his white arms He twines around her neck , and hides his sighs , Most infantine , within her gladden'd breast , Like a sweet lamb , half sportive , half ...
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... tears , ( For tears will fall , most idle though they be , ) Now shed by me to her but little known , Yield comfort to her , as a certain pledge That many a one , though silent and unseen , Thinks of her and the children at her knees ...
... tears , ( For tears will fall , most idle though they be , ) Now shed by me to her but little known , Yield comfort to her , as a certain pledge That many a one , though silent and unseen , Thinks of her and the children at her knees ...
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... tears : Yes , make the widow's heart to sing for joy ; The stranger to discern the Almighty's shield Held o'er his friendless head ; the orphan child C Feel , ' mid his tears , I have a THE SABBATH . 49.
... tears : Yes , make the widow's heart to sing for joy ; The stranger to discern the Almighty's shield Held o'er his friendless head ; the orphan child C Feel , ' mid his tears , I have a THE SABBATH . 49.
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Specimens of Sacred and Serious Poetry, from Chaucer to the Present Day ... John Johnstone Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ABRAHAM COWLEY ANDREW MARVEL angels beams beauty behold BEN JONSON blessed bliss born breast breath bright child clouds Cowper dark dead death deep delight didst died divine doth dread dust earth eternal eyes face fair faith father fear flowers FRANCIS QUARLES GILES FLETCHER give glory grave hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour humble hymns Isaac Walton King labour Lady light live looks Lord mercy MICHAEL DRAYTON Midian mind morning mother never night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER poem poet poetry poor praise prayer rest rise ROBERT HENRYSOUN ROBERT HERRICK Sabbath sacred sacred poet Scotland shade shepherd shine sight sing skies smile song soul spirit spring sweet tears Tell thee thine thing THOMAS LODGE THOMAS PARNELL thou thought tomb truth unto Unwin verse voice wings youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 371 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Seite 421 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Seite 482 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our only rest.
Seite 111 - Also the sons of the stranger, that join themselves to the Lord, to serve him, and to love the name of the Lord, to be his servants, every one that keepeth the sabbath from polluting it, and taketh hold of my covenant ; even them will I bring to my holy mountain, and make them joyful in my house of prayer...
Seite 451 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Seite 335 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Seite 82 - He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee.
Seite 420 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Seite 110 - And remember that thou wast a servant in the land of Egypt, and that the Lord thy God brought thee out thence through a mighty hand and by a stretched out arm: therefore the Lord thy God commanded thee to keep the sabbath day.
Seite 303 - O, source of uncreated light, The Father's promised Paraclete ! Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.