The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold D. Appleton & Company, 1853 - 552 ページ |
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... stand , And be extreme to see our ' scuses ' scanned ; If thou take note of every thing amiss , And write in rolls how frail our nature is , O glorious God , O King , O Prince of power ! What mortal wight May thus have light To feel thy ...
... stand , And be extreme to see our ' scuses ' scanned ; If thou take note of every thing amiss , And write in rolls how frail our nature is , O glorious God , O King , O Prince of power ! What mortal wight May thus have light To feel thy ...
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... hand , His fountains flow , his springs do never stand ; And plenteously He loveth to redeem Such sinners all As on Him call , And faithfully his mercies most esteem . He will redeem our deadly , drooping state , He GEORGE GASCOIGNE . 11.
... hand , His fountains flow , his springs do never stand ; And plenteously He loveth to redeem Such sinners all As on Him call , And faithfully his mercies most esteem . He will redeem our deadly , drooping state , He GEORGE GASCOIGNE . 11.
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... stand . Which also were with self - same price redeemed That we , however of us light esteemed . And were they not , yet sith that loving Lord Commanded us to love them for his sake , Even for his sake and for his sacred word , Which is ...
... stand . Which also were with self - same price redeemed That we , however of us light esteemed . And were they not , yet sith that loving Lord Commanded us to love them for his sake , Even for his sake and for his sacred word , Which is ...
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... standing in thy sight , When thou returnest from that conquered land , Thou hallowed altars unto me shalt light , This for a token certainly shall stand . " VIRTUE NOT HEREDITARY . THAT height and godlike purity of 28 MICHAEL DRAYTON .
... standing in thy sight , When thou returnest from that conquered land , Thou hallowed altars unto me shalt light , This for a token certainly shall stand . " VIRTUE NOT HEREDITARY . THAT height and godlike purity of 28 MICHAEL DRAYTON .
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... stand upon his right ; To suffer sad affliction and disgrace , Not ceasing to pursue her with despite : Yet when of all she is accounted base , And seeming in most miserable plight , Out of her power new life to her doth take : Least ...
... stand upon his right ; To suffer sad affliction and disgrace , Not ceasing to pursue her with despite : Yet when of all she is accounted base , And seeming in most miserable plight , Out of her power new life to her doth take : Least ...
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adore angels beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES WESLEY clouds crown dark death deep delight didst Dies Ira divine dost doth dread dust dwell E'en earth Edom eternal fair fear flame flowers glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope hour HYMN immortal Isaac Williams King light live Lord mercy merry heart mighty mind morning mortal night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet praise prayer pride PSALM rest rise round sacred Sacred Poets shade shalt shine sigh sight sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring Stabat Mater stars stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice waves weep wings
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355 ページ - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
359 ページ - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
170 ページ - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
358 ページ - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things...
275 ページ - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
172 ページ - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
173 ページ - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
376 ページ - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
171 ページ - Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep, Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good ; and, if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light...
355 ページ - 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...