Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of Giles Fletcher's Christ's Victory and Triumph; with Copious Selections from Spenser, Davies, Sandys [and Others] With an Introductory Essay and Critical Remarks, 第 1 巻J. Rickerby, 1836 |
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... dead yet ever - dying paine . Till that great Lord of Love , which him at first Made of meere love , and after liked well , Seeing him lie like creature long accurst In that deep horror of despeired hell , Him , wretch , in dole would ...
... dead yet ever - dying paine . Till that great Lord of Love , which him at first Made of meere love , and after liked well , Seeing him lie like creature long accurst In that deep horror of despeired hell , Him , wretch , in dole would ...
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... dead ; How can we hope that through the eye and ear , This dying sparkle , in this cloudy place , Can recollect those beams of knowledge clear , Which were infus'd in the first minds by grace ? So might the heir , whose father hath in ...
... dead ; How can we hope that through the eye and ear , This dying sparkle , in this cloudy place , Can recollect those beams of knowledge clear , Which were infus'd in the first minds by grace ? So might the heir , whose father hath in ...
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... dead a soul hath he , Which thinks his soul doth with his body die ; Or thinks not so , but so would have it be , That he might sin with more security ! 66 For though these light and vicious persons say , Our soul is but a smoke , or ...
... dead a soul hath he , Which thinks his soul doth with his body die ; Or thinks not so , but so would have it be , That he might sin with more security ! 66 For though these light and vicious persons say , Our soul is but a smoke , or ...
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... dead ; Like men in battle slain ; the womb Of earth their tomb : Forgotten , as if never known ; By thy tempestuous wrath o'erthrown . By thee lodg'd in the lowest deeps , Where horror keeps ; In dungeons , where no sun displays His ...
... dead ; Like men in battle slain ; the womb Of earth their tomb : Forgotten , as if never known ; By thy tempestuous wrath o'erthrown . By thee lodg'd in the lowest deeps , Where horror keeps ; In dungeons , where no sun displays His ...
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... dead from their cold mansions raise , To sing thy praise ? Shall mercy find us in the grave ? Or wilt thou in destruction save ? Wilt thou thy wonders bring to light , In death's long night ? Or shall thy justice there be shown , Where ...
... dead from their cold mansions raise , To sing thy praise ? Shall mercy find us in the grave ? Or wilt thou in destruction save ? Wilt thou thy wonders bring to light , In death's long night ? Or shall thy justice there be shown , Where ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM angels beams beauty behold blessed blind bliss blood breast breath bright canst CHIG clouds creatures crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth dust earth Engravings eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fear fire flaming flesh flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE VIRTUE GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief ground hand hath head heart heav'n heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour HYMN King light live lively coloured look Lord man's mercy mind N. P. WILLIS never night PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet poor pow'r praise PSALM rest RICHARD BAXTER sacred seek shame shine sighs sight sing sins sleep songs sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought thousand throne thyself tongue UNIV unto verse weep WILLIAM BEATTIE wind wings wound wretched
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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.
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.
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.
317 ページ - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
319 ページ - Yea, Truth and Justice then Will down return to men, Orb'd in a rainbow ; and, like glories wearing, Mercy will sit between, Thron'd in celestial sheen, With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering; And Heaven, as at some festival, Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.
327 ページ - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
326 ページ - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
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.
180 ページ - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.