Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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... Happy Life A Translation of the CIV . Psalm to the Original Sense • A Hymn to my God in a Night of my late Sickness . SIR JOHN DAVIES That the Soul is Immortal , Proved by Several Reasons B. N. The Decision JOHN DONNE , D.D. Holy ...
... Happy Life A Translation of the CIV . Psalm to the Original Sense • A Hymn to my God in a Night of my late Sickness . SIR JOHN DAVIES That the Soul is Immortal , Proved by Several Reasons B. N. The Decision JOHN DONNE , D.D. Holy ...
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... Happy Man Morning Hymn An Anodyne ; or , Alleviation of Pain SIR RICHARD BLACKMORE 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 ...
... Happy Man Morning Hymn An Anodyne ; or , Alleviation of Pain SIR RICHARD BLACKMORE 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 ...
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... happy and picturesque . THE DAY OF JUGGEMENT . Men call that day The day of grete delyveraunce , The day of wreke and of vengaunce , The day of wrathe and wrechednes , The day of bale and bitternes , The day of playnyng and of accusyng ...
... happy and picturesque . THE DAY OF JUGGEMENT . Men call that day The day of grete delyveraunce , The day of wreke and of vengaunce , The day of wrathe and wrechednes , The day of bale and bitternes , The day of playnyng and of accusyng ...
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... happy sub- stitution for " names , " a word which makes half this line , according to the text of Southwell , without point or meaning . W.THON.AS.S. Continually at my bed's head A hearse doth hang 32 HALF - HOURS WITH OUR SACRED POETS ...
... happy sub- stitution for " names , " a word which makes half this line , according to the text of Southwell , without point or meaning . W.THON.AS.S. Continually at my bed's head A hearse doth hang 32 HALF - HOURS WITH OUR SACRED POETS ...
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... happy light from which they fell . So that next offspring of the Maker's love , Next to Himself in glorious degree , Degenering to hate fell from above Through pride ( for pride and love And now of sin to all ensample be : How then can ...
... happy light from which they fell . So that next offspring of the Maker's love , Next to Himself in glorious degree , Degenering to hate fell from above Through pride ( for pride and love And now of sin to all ensample be : How then can ...
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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...