Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, 第 21 巻Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... breath them blew away From heaven's hight , to which they did aspire , To deepest hell , and lake of damned fire , Where they in darknesse and dread horror dwell , Hating the happie light from which they fell . So that next offspring of ...
... breath them blew away From heaven's hight , to which they did aspire , To deepest hell , and lake of damned fire , Where they in darknesse and dread horror dwell , Hating the happie light from which they fell . So that next offspring of ...
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... breathing sweet delights , Doth kindle love in high conceited sprights ; I faine to tell the things that I behold , But feele my wits to faile , and tongue to fold . Vouchsafe then , O thou most Almightie Spright ! From whom all gifts ...
... breathing sweet delights , Doth kindle love in high conceited sprights ; I faine to tell the things that I behold , But feele my wits to faile , and tongue to fold . Vouchsafe then , O thou most Almightie Spright ! From whom all gifts ...
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... breath . Then looke , who list thy gazefull eyes to feed With sight of that is faire , looke on the frame Of this wide universe , and therein reed The endlesse kinds of creatures , which by name Thou canst not count , much less their ...
... breath . Then looke , who list thy gazefull eyes to feed With sight of that is faire , looke on the frame Of this wide universe , and therein reed The endlesse kinds of creatures , which by name Thou canst not count , much less their ...
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... breath'd into their incorrupted breasts A curious wish , which did corrupt their will . From that same ill , they straight desir'd to know ; Which ill being naught but a defect of good , In all God's works the devil could not show ...
... breath'd into their incorrupted breasts A curious wish , which did corrupt their will . From that same ill , they straight desir'd to know ; Which ill being naught but a defect of good , In all God's works the devil could not show ...
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... breath I ever sleep in death ; Lest my insulting foe Boast in my overthrow ; And those who would destroy , In my subversion joy . But I , thou ever just , Will in thy mercy trust ; And in thy saving grace My constant comfort place : My ...
... breath I ever sleep in death ; Lest my insulting foe Boast in my overthrow ; And those who would destroy , In my subversion joy . But I , thou ever just , Will in thy mercy trust ; And in thy saving grace My constant comfort place : My ...
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321 ページ - 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.
328 ページ - 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.
315 ページ - 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.
253 ページ - 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.
320 ページ - 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.
318 ページ - 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.
327 ページ - 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.
236 ページ - 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...
321 ページ - 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.
317 ページ - 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.