The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - Всего страниц: 552 |
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... pure , elevating , and beautiful spirit of humanity ; and his " Divine Hymns , " it has been well remarked , are indeed divine . Spenser was made Secretary of Ireland , and he obtained a grant of lands forfeited in the county of Cork ...
... pure , elevating , and beautiful spirit of humanity ; and his " Divine Hymns , " it has been well remarked , are indeed divine . Spenser was made Secretary of Ireland , and he obtained a grant of lands forfeited in the county of Cork ...
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... pure , and void of sinful blot , The firstling of his joy , in whom no jot Of love's dislike , or pride , was to be found , - Whom He therefore with equal honor crowned . With Him He reigned before all time prescribed , In endless glory ...
... pure , and void of sinful blot , The firstling of his joy , in whom no jot Of love's dislike , or pride , was to be found , - Whom He therefore with equal honor crowned . With Him He reigned before all time prescribed , In endless glory ...
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For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold. Yet , O most blessed Spirit ! pure lamp of light , Eternal spring of grace and wisdom true , Vouchsafe to shed into my barren sprite Some little drop of thy celestial dew , That may my rhymes ...
For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold. Yet , O most blessed Spirit ! pure lamp of light , Eternal spring of grace and wisdom true , Vouchsafe to shed into my barren sprite Some little drop of thy celestial dew , That may my rhymes ...
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... pure - sighted eye , Compared to that celestial beauty's blaze , Whose glorious beams all fleshly sense doth daze With admiration of their passing light , Blinding the eyes and lumining the sprite . Then shall thy ravished soul inspired ...
... pure - sighted eye , Compared to that celestial beauty's blaze , Whose glorious beams all fleshly sense doth daze With admiration of their passing light , Blinding the eyes and lumining the sprite . Then shall thy ravished soul inspired ...
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... pure glory present still Before thy face , that all thy spirit shall fill With sweet enragement of celestial love , Kindled through sight of those fair things above . FROM THE HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY . BUT whoso may , thrice happy man ...
... pure glory present still Before thy face , that all thy spirit shall fill With sweet enragement of celestial love , Kindled through sight of those fair things above . FROM THE HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY . BUT whoso may , thrice happy man ...
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adore angels art thou beams beauty behold beneath blast blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright clouds crown dark death deep delight didst Dies Iræ divine dost doth dread dust dwell E'en earth Edom eternal fair fear flame flowers Francis Beaumont GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope hour HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy mighty mind morning mortal night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet praise prayer pride PSALM rest RICHARD BLACKMORE rise round sacred Sacred Poets shade shine sigh sight sing SIR EDWARD SHERBURNE skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS PARNELL Thou art thought throne unto voice waves weep wind wings
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Стр. 359 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Стр. 357 - 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?
Стр. 275 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Стр. 172 - 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.
Стр. 378 - 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.
Стр. 357 - 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...
Стр. 173 - 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.
Стр. 170 - 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. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.
Стр. 357 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Стр. 209 - THE COLLAR I STRUCK the board, and cried, no more; I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free ; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store. , Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit? Sure there was wine, Before my sighs did dry it : there was corn, Before my tears did drown it. Is the year only lost to me? Have I no bays to crown it ? No flowers, no garlands gay?