English Sacred Poetry of the Sixteenth, Seventeenth, Eighteenth, and Nineteenth CenturiesRobert Aris Willmott Routledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1863 - 387 pagina's |
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Pagina 8
... 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 therefore with equal honour crown'd . With Him He reigned before all time prescribed , In endless glory and ...
... 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 therefore with equal honour crown'd . With Him He reigned before all time prescribed , In endless glory and ...
Pagina 15
... pure - sighted eye , Compared to that celestial beauty's blaze , Whose glorious beams all fleshly sense doth daze With admiration of their passing light , Blinding the eyes , and lumining the spright . Then shall thy ravisht soul ...
... pure - sighted eye , Compared to that celestial beauty's blaze , Whose glorious beams all fleshly sense doth daze With admiration of their passing light , Blinding the eyes , and lumining the spright . Then shall thy ravisht soul ...
Pagina 21
... among the Great unkenn'd , My rest of days in the calm country end ; My company , pure thoughts to work Thy will ; My court , a cottage on a lowly hill . Joshua Sylvester . IN A NIGHT OF MY LATE SICKNESS . OH Thou 21 17.
... among the Great unkenn'd , My rest of days in the calm country end ; My company , pure thoughts to work Thy will ; My court , a cottage on a lowly hill . Joshua Sylvester . IN A NIGHT OF MY LATE SICKNESS . OH Thou 21 17.
Pagina 33
... pure , Sure I hold , will hold more sure ; Nought from it shall me allure All the time my time shall dure . Then as brought to widest way From restraint of straitest stay ; All their thinking night and day On Thy Law my thoughts shall ...
... pure , Sure I hold , will hold more sure ; Nought from it shall me allure All the time my time shall dure . Then as brought to widest way From restraint of straitest stay ; All their thinking night and day On Thy Law my thoughts shall ...
Pagina 39
... pure love will do no wrong . Sweet saints , it is no sin , or blame , To love a man of virtuous name . Did never love so sweetly breathe In any mortal breast before : Did never Muse inspire beneath A Poet's brain with finer store . He ...
... pure love will do no wrong . Sweet saints , it is no sin , or blame , To love a man of virtuous name . Did never love so sweetly breathe In any mortal breast before : Did never Muse inspire beneath A Poet's brain with finer store . He ...
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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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.