Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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... shal go , Thine endless mercy for my preservative Against the world , the flesh , the devill also , Defend me with thy piteous woundes fivc . TO THE HOLY GHOST . O firy sentence , inflaméd 222 HALF - HOURS WITH OUR SACRED POETS . A Prayer.
... shal go , Thine endless mercy for my preservative Against the world , the flesh , the devill also , Defend me with thy piteous woundes fivc . TO THE HOLY GHOST . O firy sentence , inflaméd 222 HALF - HOURS WITH OUR SACRED POETS . A Prayer.
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... , and daily Him to serve ? What better gift than to the poore , that ready be to sterve ? What greater praise of God and man than mercy for THOMAS TUSSER . 27 43 A Description of Life and Riches Posies for thine owne Bed-chamber.
... , and daily Him to serve ? What better gift than to the poore , that ready be to sterve ? What greater praise of God and man than mercy for THOMAS TUSSER . 27 43 A Description of Life and Riches Posies for thine owne Bed-chamber.
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... mercy find , that mercy shews to few ? What worse despaire than loth to dye , for feare to go to hell ? What greater faith than trust in God , through Christ in heaven to dwell ? THOMAS MARSHALL . ( FLOURISHED 1576. ) THOMAS MARSHALL is ...
... mercy find , that mercy shews to few ? What worse despaire than loth to dye , for feare to go to hell ? What greater faith than trust in God , through Christ in heaven to dwell ? THOMAS MARSHALL . ( FLOURISHED 1576. ) THOMAS MARSHALL is ...
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... mercy wrought . Yet being pregnant still with powerful grace , And full of fruitful Love , that loves to get Things like Himself , and to enlarge his race , His second brood , though not of power so great , Yet full of beauty , next He ...
... mercy wrought . Yet being pregnant still with powerful grace , And full of fruitful Love , that loves to get Things like Himself , and to enlarge his race , His second brood , though not of power so great , Yet full of beauty , next He ...
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... mercy He by his most holy reed Unto us taught , and , to approve it true , Ensampled it by his most righteous deed , Shewing us mercy ( miserable crew ! ) That we the like should to the wretches shew , And love our brethren , thereby to ...
... mercy He by his most holy reed Unto us taught , and , to approve it true , Ensampled it by his most righteous deed , Shewing us mercy ( miserable crew ! ) That we the like should to the wretches shew , And love our brethren , thereby to ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY amongst angels Anthony à Wood beauty behold Ben Jonson blessed blest bliss born breath bright Cambridge Christ Church clouds College comfort dark death delight died divine dost doth Earl earth eternal eyes Faerie Queene faith father favour fear fire flames Fletcher flowers Francis FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS QUARLES Giles Fletcher give glorious glory grace grave Hagthorpe happy hath heart heaven heavenly holy holy orders honour humble HYMN John Joshua Sylvester King light live London Lord mercy mind morning muse never Nicholas Breton night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER poem poet poetical poetry praise prayer Prince published Quarles Queen rise sacred shine sing SIR JOHN BEAUMONT sleep song soul Spenser stars Sweet Spirit Tell Thee ther thine things THOMAS THOMAS BEEDOME thou art thought throne thyself unto verse voice Whilst WILLIAM LITHGOW wings Wotton
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Сторінка 320 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Сторінка 322 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Сторінка 370 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Сторінка 322 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Сторінка 320 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Сторінка 56 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Сторінка 320 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Сторінка 327 - 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!
Сторінка 270 - Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Сторінка 164 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...