Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Том 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... night . Both day and night is unto them all one ; For he his beames doth unto them extend , That darknesse there appeareth never none ; Ne hath their day , ne hath their blisse , an end , But there their termelesse time in pleasure ...
... night . Both day and night is unto them all one ; For he his beames doth unto them extend , That darknesse there appeareth never none ; Ne hath their day , ne hath their blisse , an end , But there their termelesse time in pleasure ...
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... night and day , As king and queene , the heavens ' empire sway ; And tell me then , what hast thou ever seene That to their beautie may compared bee , Or can the sight that is more sharpe and keene Endure their captain's flaming head to ...
... night and day , As king and queene , the heavens ' empire sway ; And tell me then , what hast thou ever seene That to their beautie may compared bee , Or can the sight that is more sharpe and keene Endure their captain's flaming head to ...
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... night and day , As if an ancient friend or brother : In black upon the earth I lay , And wept as for my dying mother . Yet these rejoiced in my woe ; False comforters about me crowd ; And lest I should their cunning know , They rent ...
... night and day , As if an ancient friend or brother : In black upon the earth I lay , And wept as for my dying mother . Yet these rejoiced in my woe ; False comforters about me crowd ; And lest I should their cunning know , They rent ...
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... emboss'd with heat Brays after the cool rivulet , So sighs my soul for thee . My soul thirsts for the living God : When shall I enter his abode , And there his beauty see ? Tears are my food both night and day ; While 54 SANDYS .
... emboss'd with heat Brays after the cool rivulet , So sighs my soul for thee . My soul thirsts for the living God : When shall I enter his abode , And there his beauty see ? Tears are my food both night and day ; While 54 SANDYS .
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... by day the Lord will charge His ready mercy to enlarge My soul , surprised with cares : He gives my songs their argument ; — God of my life , I will present By night to thee my prayers : And say , My God , my Rock , O SANDYS . 55.
... by day the Lord will charge His ready mercy to enlarge My soul , surprised with cares : He gives my songs their argument ; — God of my life , I will present By night to thee my prayers : And say , My God , my Rock , O SANDYS . 55.
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Страница 321 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Страница 328 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Страница 315 - It was the winter wild While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Страница 253 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, 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.
Страница 320 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Страница 318 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Страница 327 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Страница 236 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
Страница 321 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Страница 317 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.