Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... stand , And be extreme to see our ' scuses2 scanned ; If thou take note of every thing amiss , And write in rolls how frail our nature is , O glorious God , O King , O Prince of power ! What mortal wight May thus have light To feel thy ...
... stand , And be extreme to see our ' scuses2 scanned ; If thou take note of every thing amiss , And write in rolls how frail our nature is , O glorious God , O King , O Prince of power ! What mortal wight May thus have light To feel thy ...
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... stand ; And plenteously He loveth to redeem Such sinners all As on Him call , And faithfully his mercies most esteem . He will redeem our deadly , drooping state , He will bring home the sheep that go astray , He will help them that ...
... stand ; And plenteously He loveth to redeem Such sinners all As on Him call , And faithfully his mercies most esteem . He will redeem our deadly , drooping state , He will bring home the sheep that go astray , He will help them that ...
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... stand , Which also were with self - same price redeemed That we , however of us light esteemed . And were they not , yet sith that loving Lord Commanded us to love them for his sake , Even for his sake and for his sacred word , Which is ...
... stand , Which also were with self - same price redeemed That we , however of us light esteemed . And were they not , yet sith that loving Lord Commanded us to love them for his sake , Even for his sake and for his sacred word , Which is ...
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... locks she wound , And with green fillets in their pretty cauls them bound . What should I here depaint her lily hand , Her veins of violets , her ermine breast , Which there in orient colours living stand ; Or how 44 GILES FLETCHER .
... locks she wound , And with green fillets in their pretty cauls them bound . What should I here depaint her lily hand , Her veins of violets , her ermine breast , Which there in orient colours living stand ; Or how 44 GILES FLETCHER .
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Gems Richard Cattermole. Which there in orient colours living stand ; Or how her gown with silken leaves is dressed ; Or how her watchmen , armed with boughy crest , A wall of price hid in his bushes bears , Shaking at every wind their ...
Gems Richard Cattermole. Which there in orient colours living stand ; Or how her gown with silken leaves is dressed ; Or how her watchmen , armed with boughy crest , A wall of price hid in his bushes bears , Shaking at every wind their ...
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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...