English sacred poetry, of the sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, selected and ed. by R.A. WillmottRobert Eldridge Aris Willmott 1862 |
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... GRAVE 93 UNKNOWN . CAROLINE SOUTHEY . THE BURIAL OF MOSES 326 THE LANDING OF THE PRIMROSE 286 HENRY VAUGHAN . ROBERT SOUTHEY . THE RING 105 HYMN TO THE PENATES . 238 BLESSED BE THY WILL 108 EDMUND SPENSER . HEAVENLY LOVE 8 THE DEPARTED ...
... GRAVE 93 UNKNOWN . CAROLINE SOUTHEY . THE BURIAL OF MOSES 326 THE LANDING OF THE PRIMROSE 286 HENRY VAUGHAN . ROBERT SOUTHEY . THE RING 105 HYMN TO THE PENATES . 238 BLESSED BE THY WILL 108 EDMUND SPENSER . HEAVENLY LOVE 8 THE DEPARTED ...
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... Grave The little Tyrant of his Fields withstood . Or heap the Shrine of Luxury and Pride Muttering his wayward Fancies , would he rove . The Epitaph - Here rests his Head upon the Lap of Earth • J. D. Watson . 174 J. D. Watson . 175 ...
... Grave The little Tyrant of his Fields withstood . Or heap the Shrine of Luxury and Pride Muttering his wayward Fancies , would he rove . The Epitaph - Here rests his Head upon the Lap of Earth • J. D. Watson . 174 J. D. Watson . 175 ...
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... grave . The lands and the riches that here we possess , Be none of our own , if a God we profess ; But lent us of Him , as His talent of gold , Which being demanded , who can it withhold ? Thomas Tusser . POSIES FOR THINE OWN BED ...
... grave . The lands and the riches that here we possess , Be none of our own , if a God we profess ; But lent us of Him , as His talent of gold , Which being demanded , who can it withhold ? Thomas Tusser . POSIES FOR THINE OWN BED ...
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... grave ; But virtues of the Mind unto The heavens with us we have . Wherefore , for virtue's sake , I can be well content The sweetest time in all my life , To deem in thinking spent . The Paradise of Dainty Devices . HEAVENLY LOVE ...
... grave ; But virtues of the Mind unto The heavens with us we have . Wherefore , for virtue's sake , I can be well content The sweetest time in all my life , To deem in thinking spent . The Paradise of Dainty Devices . HEAVENLY LOVE ...
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... Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Ghost unlaid forbear thee ! Nothing ill come near thee ! Quiet consummation have , And renowned be thy grave . William Shakespere . WOLSEY'S WARNING . CROMWELL , I did not think to 27 27.
... Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Ghost unlaid forbear thee ! Nothing ill come near thee ! Quiet consummation have , And renowned be thy grave . William Shakespere . WOLSEY'S WARNING . CROMWELL , I did not think to 27 27.
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English Sacred Poetry, of the Sixteenth, Seventeenth, Eighteenth and ... Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Angels beams beauty behold beneath bless blest breast breath bright brow cheerful clouds cold crown dark dead dear death deep DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dost doth dream dust earth earthly eternal face fair faith Father fear flowers glorious glory God's golden GOLDEN BOUGH grace grave grief hand Harrison Weir hast hath heart Heaven heavenly HENRY VAUGHAN hill holy hope hour HYMN J. D. Watson life's light LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS live look Lord meek mercy mind morn mountains murmur night o'er pain peace PENATES poison'd praise prayer PRAYER OF SOLOMON rest rise round sacred shade shadows fall shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit spring stars STEPHEN'S DAY sweet tears tell thee thine things Thou art thought thro Twas unto Vex'd voice winds wings wonder
Beliebte Passagen
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 215 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Seite 233 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, 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,...
Seite 101 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.
Seite 28 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it— Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Seite 102 - 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. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Seite 167 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Seite 101 - Air, and ye Elements the eldest birth Of Nature's Womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual Circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Seite 362 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Seite 358 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...