The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold D. Appleton & Company, 1853 - 552 ページ |
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... thought would enhance the value of the work . The religious poetry of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries is eminently worthy of study , and it is little known . " Its characteristic qualities , " observes Mr. Willmott , " were ...
... thought would enhance the value of the work . The religious poetry of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries is eminently worthy of study , and it is little known . " Its characteristic qualities , " observes Mr. Willmott , " were ...
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... Thought of Death ...... 237 EDMUND WALLER . REV . JOHN NORRIS . Love ...... 165 The Infidel .. 238 Love of God to Man . 166 Superstition .. 239 The Scriptures ... 167 ISAAC WATTS . JOHN MILTON . The Day of Judgment 241 Adam's Morning ...
... Thought of Death ...... 237 EDMUND WALLER . REV . JOHN NORRIS . Love ...... 165 The Infidel .. 238 Love of God to Man . 166 Superstition .. 239 The Scriptures ... 167 ISAAC WATTS . JOHN MILTON . The Day of Judgment 241 Adam's Morning ...
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... Thought on the Seasons 364 The Ant and the Bee . 284 Goodness of God .............. 285 God in Man ................. 298 Apostrophe to the Deity .. To the Supreme Being .. Jehovah the Provider ... 365 366 367 David ................ 283 ...
... Thought on the Seasons 364 The Ant and the Bee . 284 Goodness of God .............. 285 God in Man ................. 298 Apostrophe to the Deity .. To the Supreme Being .. Jehovah the Provider ... 365 366 367 David ................ 283 ...
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... thought , my sprite , My will , my wish , my joy , and my delight , Unto the Lord , that sits in heaven on high , With hasty wing From me doth fling , And striveth still unto the Lord to fly . O Israel ! O household of the Lord ! O ...
... thought , my sprite , My will , my wish , my joy , and my delight , Unto the Lord , that sits in heaven on high , With hasty wing From me doth fling , And striveth still unto the Lord to fly . O Israel ! O household of the Lord ! O ...
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... thought , To tell the marvels by thy mercy wrought . Yet being pregnant still with powerful grace , And full of fruitful love , that loves to get Things like Himself , and to enlarge his race , His second brood , though not of power so ...
... thought , To tell the marvels by thy mercy wrought . Yet being pregnant still with powerful grace , And full of fruitful love , that loves to get Things like Himself , and to enlarge his race , His second brood , though not of power so ...
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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...