Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... hill with fiery clouds did flame , And wandering Israel , with the sight afeared , Blinded with seeing , durst not touch the same , But like a wood of shaking leaves became . On this dead Justice , she , the living Law , Bowing herself ...
... hill with fiery clouds did flame , And wandering Israel , with the sight afeared , Blinded with seeing , durst not touch the same , But like a wood of shaking leaves became . On this dead Justice , she , the living Law , Bowing herself ...
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... hills , harder than rocks , Colder than fountains from their springs released , Lighter than air , blinder than senseless stocks , More changing than the river's curling locks ; If reason would not , sense would soon reprove him , And ...
... hills , harder than rocks , Colder than fountains from their springs released , Lighter than air , blinder than senseless stocks , More changing than the river's curling locks ; If reason would not , sense would soon reprove him , And ...
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... hills to fall and bruise him ? As sergeants both attach and witnesses accuse him , What need I urge what they must needs confess ? Sentence on them condemned by their own lust ; I crave no more , and thou canst give no less Than death ...
... hills to fall and bruise him ? As sergeants both attach and witnesses accuse him , What need I urge what they must needs confess ? Sentence on them condemned by their own lust ; I crave no more , and thou canst give no less Than death ...
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... heels back to his ugly den ; Out fain he would have leaped abroad , but then The heaven , as hell , he feared , that punish guilty men . Within the gloomy hole of this pale wight , The serpent wooed Him with his charms to win : There he ...
... heels back to his ugly den ; Out fain he would have leaped abroad , but then The heaven , as hell , he feared , that punish guilty men . Within the gloomy hole of this pale wight , The serpent wooed Him with his charms to win : There he ...
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... hill his snow devours , In lieu whereof a goodly garden grew ; As if the snow had melted into flowers , Which their sweet breath in subtle vapours threw , That all about perfumed spirits flew : For whatsoe'er might aggravate 18 the ...
... hill his snow devours , In lieu whereof a goodly garden grew ; As if the snow had melted into flowers , Which their sweet breath in subtle vapours threw , That all about perfumed spirits flew : For whatsoe'er might aggravate 18 the ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY adore angels arched magazines beams beauty behold blessed bliss blood born breast breath bright clouds Corpus Christi College creeping song crown dark death delight didst divine dost doth dread e'en earth EDMUND WALLER eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER glorious glory golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour humble HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy Midian mighty mind mortal night o'er pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet praise proud PSALM rage rest rich rise round sacred shade shalt shine showers sighs sight sing skies song sorrow soul spirit spring stars streams sweet tears Thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD Thou Thou art thought thousand throne thunder unto voice waves wind wings wonders
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Сторінка 247 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Сторінка 204 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Сторінка 244 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Сторінка 250 - O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Сторінка 137 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Сторінка 245 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep...
Сторінка 172 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Сторінка 25 - Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Сторінка 270 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Сторінка 138 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train...