Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Том 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... shine , But that their points rebutted backe againe Are dul'd , how we can see with feeble eyne The glorie of that Majestie divine , In sight of whom both sun and moone are darke , Compared to his least resplendent sparke ? The means ...
... shine , But that their points rebutted backe againe Are dul'd , how we can see with feeble eyne The glorie of that Majestie divine , In sight of whom both sun and moone are darke , Compared to his least resplendent sparke ? The means ...
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... shine , Is many thousand times more bright , more cleare , More excellent , more glorious more divine , Through which to God , all mortall actions here , And even the thoughts of men , do plaine appeare ; For from the Eternall Truth it ...
... shine , Is many thousand times more bright , more cleare , More excellent , more glorious more divine , Through which to God , all mortall actions here , And even the thoughts of men , do plaine appeare ; For from the Eternall Truth it ...
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... shine day Guides your blind steps ; while yet loud sum- mons call , That every wood and hill resounds withal , Come Hymen , Hymen come , drest in thy golden pall . The sounding echo back the music flung , While heavenly spheres unto the ...
... shine day Guides your blind steps ; while yet loud sum- mons call , That every wood and hill resounds withal , Come Hymen , Hymen come , drest in thy golden pall . The sounding echo back the music flung , While heavenly spheres unto the ...
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... shine , no hope be got . Most wretched creature , if he knew his lot , - And yet more wretched far , because he knows it not . " What should I tell how barren earth is grown , All for to starve her children ? didst not thou Water with ...
... shine , no hope be got . Most wretched creature , if he knew his lot , - And yet more wretched far , because he knows it not . " What should I tell how barren earth is grown , All for to starve her children ? didst not thou Water with ...
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... on be a rose . " So down she let her eyelids fall , to shine Upon the rivers of bright Palestine , Whose woods drop honey , and her rivers skip with wine . PART II . CHRIST'S VICTORY ON EARTH . THE ARGUMENT GILES FLETCHER . 111.
... on be a rose . " So down she let her eyelids fall , to shine Upon the rivers of bright Palestine , Whose woods drop honey , and her rivers skip with wine . PART II . CHRIST'S VICTORY ON EARTH . THE ARGUMENT GILES FLETCHER . 111.
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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.