Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, 第 21 巻Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... Sins · The Cruelty of Man On Alexander The Sinner's Refuge The Widow's Cruse ib . 219 ib . ib . • 220 • 221 ib . ib ... Sin Faith The Temper Employment The Holy CONTENTS . xxix.
... Sins · The Cruelty of Man On Alexander The Sinner's Refuge The Widow's Cruse ib . 219 ib . ib . • 220 • 221 ib . ib ... Sin Faith The Temper Employment The Holy CONTENTS . xxix.
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Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing. Easter Holy Baptism Sin Faith The Temper Employment The Holy Scriptures Grace Church Music The Windows Constancy Affliction Sunday To all Angels and Saints Employment Christmas The World Vanity Virtue ...
Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing. Easter Holy Baptism Sin Faith The Temper Employment The Holy Scriptures Grace Church Music The Windows Constancy Affliction Sunday To all Angels and Saints Employment Christmas The World Vanity Virtue ...
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... sin to all ensample bee : How then can sinful flesh itself assure , Sith purest angels fell to be impure ? But that Eternall Fount of love and grace , Still flowing forth his goodnesse unto all , Now seeing left a waste and emptie place ...
... sin to all ensample bee : How then can sinful flesh itself assure , Sith purest angels fell to be impure ? But that Eternall Fount of love and grace , Still flowing forth his goodnesse unto all , Now seeing left a waste and emptie place ...
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... depth of so deep wound ? Whose bleeding source their streams yet never staunch , But still do flow , and freshly still redound , To heal the sores of sinful souls unsound , And cleanse the guilt of that infected crime Which was 8 SPENSER .
... depth of so deep wound ? Whose bleeding source their streams yet never staunch , But still do flow , and freshly still redound , To heal the sores of sinful souls unsound , And cleanse the guilt of that infected crime Which was 8 SPENSER .
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... his most sacred heavenly corse , So torn and mangled with malicious force ; And let thy soul , whose sins his sorrows wrought , Melt into tears , and grone in grieved thought . With sense whereof , whilst so thy softened spirit Is SPENSER .
... his most sacred heavenly corse , So torn and mangled with malicious force ; And let thy soul , whose sins his sorrows wrought , Melt into tears , and grone in grieved thought . With sense whereof , whilst so thy softened spirit Is SPENSER .
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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.