The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold D. Appleton & Company, 1853 - Всего страниц: 552 |
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... shine with the subdued lustre , and speak with the harmonious accents of intellectual beauty . The file , however , when it ceases to polish begins to weaken , and modern poetry has declined in strength , while it has increased in ...
... shine with the subdued lustre , and speak with the harmonious accents of intellectual beauty . The file , however , when it ceases to polish begins to weaken , and modern poetry has declined in strength , while it has increased in ...
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... shine , Mine eyes which view all objects nigh and far , Look not unto this little world of mine , Nor see my face wherein they fixed are . Since nature fails in us no needful thing , Why want I means my inward self to see ? Which sight ...
... shine , Mine eyes which view all objects nigh and far , Look not unto this little world of mine , Nor see my face wherein they fixed are . Since nature fails in us no needful thing , Why want I means my inward self to see ? Which sight ...
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... shine ; And showest the soul both to the clerk and lay , By the clear lamp of oracle divine . This lamp through all the regions of my brain , Where my soul sits , doth spread such beams of grace , As now methinks I do distinguish plain ...
... shine ; And showest the soul both to the clerk and lay , By the clear lamp of oracle divine . This lamp through all the regions of my brain , Where my soul sits , doth spread such beams of grace , As now methinks I do distinguish plain ...
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... shine ! Bless our attempts with aid divine , And by thy hand direct . HANNAH'S THANKSGIVING . 1 SAMUEL II . . GOD hath raised my head on high : O my heart , enlarge my joy ! God hath now my tongue untied , To retort their scorn and ...
... shine ! Bless our attempts with aid divine , And by thy hand direct . HANNAH'S THANKSGIVING . 1 SAMUEL II . . GOD hath raised my head on high : O my heart , enlarge my joy ! God hath now my tongue untied , To retort their scorn and ...
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... shine , Not like a creature , but some power divine , Teach me thy style , thy worth and state declare , Whose glories in this desert hidden are . WORLD . I am thine end ; Felicity my name ; The best of wishes , pleasures , riches ...
... shine , Not like a creature , but some power divine , Teach me thy style , thy worth and state declare , Whose glories in this desert hidden are . WORLD . I am thine end ; Felicity my name ; The best of wishes , pleasures , riches ...
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adore angels beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES WESLEY clouds crown dark death deep delight didst Dies Ira divine dost doth dread dust dwell E'en earth Edom eternal fair fear flame flowers glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope hour HYMN immortal Isaac Williams King light live Lord mercy merry heart mighty mind morning mortal night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet praise prayer pride PSALM rest rise round sacred Sacred Poets shade shalt shine sigh sight sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring Stabat Mater stars stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice waves weep wings
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Стр. 355 - 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. 359 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
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.
Стр. 358 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things...
Стр. 275 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
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. 173 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
Стр. 376 - 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. 171 - Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep, Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good ; and, if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light...
Стр. 355 - 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...