The Church Seasons Historically and Poetically IllustratedJames Hogg & Son, 1869 - 511 ページ |
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... Luke one of the Seventy ? - Assertion and Counter - Assertion — A Middle Theory - Was Luke a Painter ? -Denied by Hospinian - A Physician of Bodies and of CONTENTS . xxvii Souls - Rev . Gerard Moultrie's Hymn xxvi CONTENTS .
... Luke one of the Seventy ? - Assertion and Counter - Assertion — A Middle Theory - Was Luke a Painter ? -Denied by Hospinian - A Physician of Bodies and of CONTENTS . xxvii Souls - Rev . Gerard Moultrie's Hymn xxvi CONTENTS .
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... body of Advent divinity . But that is , in itself , no inconsiderable merit . The reader will observe how faithfully in the preface which introduces the poem , as well as in the poem itself , Wither has sought to gather into one complex ...
... body of Advent divinity . But that is , in itself , no inconsiderable merit . The reader will observe how faithfully in the preface which introduces the poem , as well as in the poem itself , Wither has sought to gather into one complex ...
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... bodies , all be Thine , a living sacrifice ! Yet once again Thy sign shall be upon the heavens displayed , And earth and its inhabitants be terribly afraid ; For not in weakness clad Thou com'st , our woes , our sins to bear , But ...
... bodies , all be Thine , a living sacrifice ! Yet once again Thy sign shall be upon the heavens displayed , And earth and its inhabitants be terribly afraid ; For not in weakness clad Thou com'st , our woes , our sins to bear , But ...
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... body gored : For greater far the distance to descend From GOD to man , than from poor man to Death . As we turn to our own lyrists , we are proudly conscious of an inexhaustible wealth of Christmas verse ; proudly , and yet at present ...
... body gored : For greater far the distance to descend From GOD to man , than from poor man to Death . As we turn to our own lyrists , we are proudly conscious of an inexhaustible wealth of Christmas verse ; proudly , and yet at present ...
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... body and mind , With full cry of affections , quite astray ; I took up in the next inn I could find . There when I came , whom found I but my dear , My dearest Lord , expecting till the grief Of pleasures brought me to Him , ready there ...
... body and mind , With full cry of affections , quite astray ; I took up in the next inn I could find . There when I came , whom found I but my dear , My dearest Lord , expecting till the grief Of pleasures brought me to Him , ready there ...
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63 ページ - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; 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; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
104 ページ - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
63 ページ - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
134 ページ - Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin through' which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more.
89 ページ - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
63 ページ - And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage' With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That Life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation.
63 ページ - Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
391 ページ - O ! th' exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels He sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
38 ページ - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
105 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.