Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Том 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... crown'd . With him he raign'd before all time prescribed , In endlesse glorie and immortall might , Together with that third from them derived , Most wise , most holy , most almightie Spright ! Whose kingdom's throne no thoughts of ...
... crown'd . With him he raign'd before all time prescribed , In endlesse glorie and immortall might , Together with that third from them derived , Most wise , most holy , most almightie Spright ! Whose kingdom's throne no thoughts of ...
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... crown'd , how buffeted , how bruis'd ; And , lastly , how ' twixt robbers crucifide , With bitter wound through hands , through feet , and side ! Then let thy flinty heart , that feels no pain , Empierced be with pitiful remorse , And ...
... crown'd , how buffeted , how bruis'd ; And , lastly , how ' twixt robbers crucifide , With bitter wound through hands , through feet , and side ! Then let thy flinty heart , that feels no pain , Empierced be with pitiful remorse , And ...
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... crown of purest gold Is set , in sign of highest sovereignty , And in her hand a sceptre she doth hold , With which she rules the house of God on high , And manageth the ever - moving sky , And in the same these lower creatures all ...
... crown of purest gold Is set , in sign of highest sovereignty , And in her hand a sceptre she doth hold , With which she rules the house of God on high , And manageth the ever - moving sky , And in the same these lower creatures all ...
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... crown'd with garlands of content ; There doth she manna eat , and nectar drink ; That presence doth such high delights present , As never tongue could speak , nor heart could think . For this , the better souls do oft despise The body's ...
... crown'd with garlands of content ; There doth she manna eat , and nectar drink ; That presence doth such high delights present , As never tongue could speak , nor heart could think . For this , the better souls do oft despise The body's ...
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... crown thy counsels with success . We will of thy deliverance sing , Triumphant King : Our ensigns in that prayed - for day With joy display ; Even in the name of God . O still May he thy just desires fulfil ! Now know I his anointed he ...
... crown thy counsels with success . We will of thy deliverance sing , Triumphant King : Our ensigns in that prayed - for day With joy display ; Even in the name of God . O still May he thy just desires fulfil ! Now know I his anointed he ...
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Стр. 321 - 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.
Стр. 328 - 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.
Стр. 315 - 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.
Стр. 253 - 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.
Стр. 320 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Стр. 318 - 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.
Стр. 327 - 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.
Стр. 236 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
Стр. 321 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Стр. 317 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.