Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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... Blessed Trinity FRANCIS BEAUMONT On the Tombs in Westminster PHINEAS FLETCHER Decay of Earthly Greatness Bliss and Glory of the Ransomed ROBERT HERRICK • Litany to the Holy Spirit 110 112 115 • 116 118 119 119 122 123 125 127 131 133 A ...
... Blessed Trinity FRANCIS BEAUMONT On the Tombs in Westminster PHINEAS FLETCHER Decay of Earthly Greatness Bliss and Glory of the Ransomed ROBERT HERRICK • Litany to the Holy Spirit 110 112 115 • 116 118 119 119 122 123 125 127 131 133 A ...
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... Blessings of Religion Glory to God in Creation Review of God's Mercies . 201 203 204 204 205 • 207 210 212 212 213 214 217 220 · 221 223 • 225 · 226 229 · 229 PAGE THOMAS PARNELL ALEXANDER POPE The Dying Christian to his viii CONTENTS .
... Blessings of Religion Glory to God in Creation Review of God's Mercies . 201 203 204 204 205 • 207 210 212 212 213 214 217 220 · 221 223 • 225 · 226 229 · 229 PAGE THOMAS PARNELL ALEXANDER POPE The Dying Christian to his viii CONTENTS .
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... Fortune frown withal ? What blessing thrives ' gainst heavenly helpless curse ? What wins desire to get and can not gain ? What boots to wish and never to obtain ? OF UNCERTAIN AUTHORSHIP . ( ABOUT 1596. ) THE following BARNABY RICHE . 35 '
... Fortune frown withal ? What blessing thrives ' gainst heavenly helpless curse ? What wins desire to get and can not gain ? What boots to wish and never to obtain ? OF UNCERTAIN AUTHORSHIP . ( ABOUT 1596. ) THE following BARNABY RICHE . 35 '
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... blessed Spirit ! pure lamp of light , Eternal spring of grace and wisdom true , Vouchsafe to send into my barren sprite Some little drop of thy celestial dew , That may my rhymes with sweet infuse imbrue , And give me words equal unto ...
... blessed Spirit ! pure lamp of light , Eternal spring of grace and wisdom true , Vouchsafe to send into my barren sprite Some little drop of thy celestial dew , That may my rhymes with sweet infuse imbrue , And give me words equal unto ...
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... man's misguide , But only man himself , whose self did slide ; So taking flesh of sacred Virgin's womb , For man's dear self He did a man become . And that most blessed body , which was born Without 50 HALF - HOURS WITH OUR SACRED POETS .
... man's misguide , But only man himself , whose self did slide ; So taking flesh of sacred Virgin's womb , For man's dear self He did a man become . And that most blessed body , which was born Without 50 HALF - HOURS WITH OUR SACRED POETS .
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ABRAHAM COWLEY amongst angels Anthony à Wood beauty behold Ben Jonson blessed blest bliss born breath bright Cambridge Christ Church clouds College comfort dark death delight died divine dost doth Earl earth eternal eyes Faerie Queene faith father favour fear fire flames Fletcher flowers Francis FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS QUARLES Giles Fletcher give glorious glory grace grave Hagthorpe happy hath heart heaven heavenly holy holy orders honour humble HYMN John Joshua Sylvester King light live London Lord mercy mind morning muse never Nicholas Breton night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER poem poet poetical poetry praise prayer Prince published Quarles Queen rise sacred shine sing SIR JOHN BEAUMONT sleep song soul Spenser stars Sweet Spirit Tell Thee ther thine things THOMAS THOMAS BEEDOME thou art thought throne thyself unto verse voice Whilst WILLIAM LITHGOW wings Wotton
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Страница 320 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Страница 322 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Страница 370 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Страница 322 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Страница 320 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Страница 56 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Страница 320 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Страница 327 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Страница 270 - Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Страница 164 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...