English Sacred Poetry of the Olden TimeLewis Borrett White Religious tract society, 1864 - Всего страниц: 190 Contains English religious poetry from the 14th to the 17th centuries. |
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... death of the King ; the Non- conformist Flavel , and the nonjuring Ken - all meet around the Cross as their common centre , their strifes and discords for ever hushed and laid to rest . Christ , who came that He " should gather together ...
... death of the King ; the Non- conformist Flavel , and the nonjuring Ken - all meet around the Cross as their common centre , their strifes and discords for ever hushed and laid to rest . Christ , who came that He " should gather together ...
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... death in his great anguish " he composed a short poem expressive of deep sorrow for the sins and follies of his life , concluding with these touching words : - Here is no home , here is but wilderness , Forth , pilgrim ! forth , beast ...
... death in his great anguish " he composed a short poem expressive of deep sorrow for the sins and follies of his life , concluding with these touching words : - Here is no home , here is but wilderness , Forth , pilgrim ! forth , beast ...
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... death , nor yet fear his might ; and as merry as one bound to heaven . The following ballad was composed by her when awaiting execution . LIKE as the armed knight Appointed to the field , With this world will I fight , And faith shall ...
... death , nor yet fear his might ; and as merry as one bound to heaven . The following ballad was composed by her when awaiting execution . LIKE as the armed knight Appointed to the field , With this world will I fight , And faith shall ...
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... death of Christ , Thy mercy great , man were in woful case : Oh grant us , therefore , Lord , to amend that is amiss , And when from hence we do depart , to rest with Thee in bliss . 1 Starve . HUMPHREY GIFFORD . NOTHING more seems ...
... death of Christ , Thy mercy great , man were in woful case : Oh grant us , therefore , Lord , to amend that is amiss , And when from hence we do depart , to rest with Thee in bliss . 1 Starve . HUMPHREY GIFFORD . NOTHING more seems ...
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... death , to save our souls from loss , I yield Thee here most hearty thanks , in that Thou dost vouchsafe Of me , most vile and sinful wretch , so great regard to have . Alas ! none ever had more cause to magnify Thy name Than I , to ...
... death , to save our souls from loss , I yield Thee here most hearty thanks , in that Thou dost vouchsafe Of me , most vile and sinful wretch , so great regard to have . Alas ! none ever had more cause to magnify Thy name Than I , to ...
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angels ANNE ASKEW beams beauty behold blessed blind bliss blood BORN A.D. breath bright Christ church creatures crown dark dear death delight didst DIED A.D. divine doth dust E'en earth Edmund Spenser Emblems eternal EXETER CATHEDRAL faith fear Fire of London flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES fruit GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER give glorious glory God's grave hand hath heart heaven heavenly hell holy honour humble HUMPHREY GIFFORD HYMN Isaac Walton JACOB'S PILLOW JAMES SHIRLEY King let thy light live London look Lord mercy nectar drink never night pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet poetry praise pray prayers rest sacred saints Saviour shine sight sing sins sleep song soul spirit stars sweet taste Tell Thee Thine things Thou art Thou dost thou hast thought Thrice happy throne Thy grace Thy presence thyself truth unto vanity wings
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Стр. 63 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Стр. 59 - Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand ! Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
Стр. 63 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Стр. 64 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Стр. 177 - And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice. With cedars chosen by His hand From Lebanon He stores the land; And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore.
Стр. 86 - A guest, I answer'd, worthy to be here : Love said, You shall be he. I, the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on thee.
Стр. v - Teaching over the whole book of sanctity and virtue, through all the instances of example, with such delight to those especially of soft and delicious temper, who will not so much as look upon truth herself, unless they see her elegantly...
Стр. 86 - I the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah my dear, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I ? Truth, Lord, but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve. And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame ? My dear, then I will serve.
Стр. 86 - THE merry world did on a day With his train-bands and mates agree To meet together, where I lay, And all in sport to jeer at me. First, Beauty crept into a rose ; Which when I pluckt not, Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Стр. 60 - Tell charity of coldness. Tell law it is contention. And as they do reply. So give them still the lie. Tell fortune of her blindness, Tell nature of decay, Tell friendship of unkindness, Tell justice of delay. And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie.