Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... fire , For grief in limbeck " of thy heart to still ; Thy pensive thoughts and dumps of thy desire , And vapour tears up to thy eyes at will . Let tears to tunes , and pains to plaints be prest , And let this be the burthen of thy song ...
... fire , For grief in limbeck " of thy heart to still ; Thy pensive thoughts and dumps of thy desire , And vapour tears up to thy eyes at will . Let tears to tunes , and pains to plaints be prest , And let this be the burthen of thy song ...
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... fire , Where they in darkness and dread horror dwell , Hating the happy light from which they fell . So that next offspring of the Maker's love , Next to Himself in glorious degree , Degenering2 to hate , fell from above Through pride ...
... fire , Where they in darkness and dread horror dwell , Hating the happy light from which they fell . So that next offspring of the Maker's love , Next to Himself in glorious degree , Degenering2 to hate , fell from above Through pride ...
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... fire With burning zeal through every part entire , That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight But in his sweet and amiable sight . Thenceforth all world's desire will in thee die , And all earth's glory on which men do gaze Seem dust ...
... fire With burning zeal through every part entire , That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight But in his sweet and amiable sight . Thenceforth all world's desire will in thee die , And all earth's glory on which men do gaze Seem dust ...
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... fire , The instruments of his avenging ire . There in his bosom Sapience doth sit , The sovereign darling of the Deity , Clad like a queen in royal robes , most fit For so great power and peerless majesty ; And all with gems and jewels ...
... fire , The instruments of his avenging ire . There in his bosom Sapience doth sit , The sovereign darling of the Deity , Clad like a queen in royal robes , most fit For so great power and peerless majesty ; And all with gems and jewels ...
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... fire , Thenceforth seems foul and full of sinful blame ; And all that pomp to which proud men aspire By name of honour , and so much desire , Seems to them baseness , and all riches dross , And all mirth sadness , and all lucre loss . t ...
... fire , Thenceforth seems foul and full of sinful blame ; And all that pomp to which proud men aspire By name of honour , and so much desire , Seems to them baseness , and all riches dross , And all mirth sadness , and all lucre loss . t ...
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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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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 270 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Էջ 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...