A Book for Spare Moments: The Urn and the PageJames Hogg, 1856 - 162 էջ |
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... thee implore ; And let our glory , bow'd to thine , Thee glorify for evermore . To God the Father glory great , And glory to his only Son , And to the holy Paraclete , Both now , and still while ages run . SPRING . So forth issu'd the ...
... thee implore ; And let our glory , bow'd to thine , Thee glorify for evermore . To God the Father glory great , And glory to his only Son , And to the holy Paraclete , Both now , and still while ages run . SPRING . So forth issu'd the ...
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... thee from total void , and bade thy beauty shine . William Woty . MATINS . I cannot ope mine eyes , But thou art ready there to catch My morning - soul and sacrifice ! Then we must needs for that day make a match . My God , what is a ...
... thee from total void , and bade thy beauty shine . William Woty . MATINS . I cannot ope mine eyes , But thou art ready there to catch My morning - soul and sacrifice ! Then we must needs for that day make a match . My God , what is a ...
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... thee : He did not heav'n and earth create , Yet studies them , not Him by whom they be . Teach me thy love to know ; That this new light , which now I see , May both the work and workman show : Then by a sunbeam I will climb to thee ...
... thee : He did not heav'n and earth create , Yet studies them , not Him by whom they be . Teach me thy love to know ; That this new light , which now I see , May both the work and workman show : Then by a sunbeam I will climb to thee ...
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... thee whom I have cross'd , But balls of wild - fire to my troubled mind . Yet still thou goest on , And now with darkness closest weary eyes , Saying to man , it doth suffice : Henceforth repose , your work is done . Thus in thy ebony ...
... thee whom I have cross'd , But balls of wild - fire to my troubled mind . Yet still thou goest on , And now with darkness closest weary eyes , Saying to man , it doth suffice : Henceforth repose , your work is done . Thus in thy ebony ...
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... thee at the bound , Leaping with thee from seven to seven , Till that we both , being toss'd from earth , Fly hand in hand to heaven . Herbert . Emblems . A LESSON FROM COMPARISONS . Flame goes to 14 The Urn.
... thee at the bound , Leaping with thee from seven to seven , Till that we both , being toss'd from earth , Fly hand in hand to heaven . Herbert . Emblems . A LESSON FROM COMPARISONS . Flame goes to 14 The Urn.
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A Book for Spare Moments: The Urn and the Page (Classic Reprint) Harvey Buckland Դիտել հնարավոր չէ - 2015 |
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angels anger beauty behold bird Bishop blessed bliss body breath bright Christ Christianity church clouds conscience death deformity delight divine dost doth Drayton earth eternal eternal majesty eyes fair faith fear flower give glory God's grace hand happy hath hear hearers heart heaven heavenly Hee wyll Herbert Herrick holy honour hope IRRELIGION Jeremy Taylor journey's end king labour light LIP-LABOUR live lively colours Lord majesty man's memory mercy mind morning mortal nature nature's never ornainent ourselves ourselves to know pain Paraclete pleasure poor praise pray prayer preaching preter rejoice religion rich SABBATH Selden sense sermons shade Sir Philip Sydney Sir Thomas Wyatt sorrows soul Spenser spirit strong sweet Sweet day tears thee thine things Thomas Fuller Thomas Hudson thou hast thoughts tion true UNHAPPY DIVISION virtue weeping wherein wisdom wise
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Էջ 99 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Էջ 120 - Yet even in the Old Testament, if you listen to David's harp, you shall hear as many hearselike airs as carols ; and the pencil of the Holy Ghost hath laboured more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.
Էջ 47 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Էջ 118 - Implore his aid, in his decisions rest, Secure whate'er he gives, he gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd...
Էջ 102 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Էջ 63 - God; and still, whilo a man tells the story, the sun gets up higher, till he shows a fair face and a full light, and then he shines one whole day, under a cloud often, and sometimes weeping great and little showers, and sets quickly. So is a man's reason and his life.
Էջ 99 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : ' Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings ; It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Էջ 151 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Էջ 79 - With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him.
Էջ 90 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.