English Sacred Poetry of the Sixteenth, Seventeenth, Eighteenth, and Nineteenth CenturiesRobert Aris Willmott Routledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1863 - Всего страниц: 387 |
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... give them both the lie . Tell Potentates , they live acting by others ' action ; Not loved , unless they give : not strong , but by a faction ; If Potentates reply , give Potentates the lie . Tell men of high condition , that manage the ...
... give them both the lie . Tell Potentates , they live acting by others ' action ; Not loved , unless they give : not strong , but by a faction ; If Potentates reply , give Potentates the lie . Tell men of high condition , that manage the ...
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... give them all the lie . Tell Faith it's fled the City ; tell how the Country erreth ; Tell Manhood shakes off pity ; tell Virtue least preferreth ; And if they do reply , spare not to give the lie . So , when thou hast , as I commanded ...
... give them all the lie . Tell Faith it's fled the City ; tell how the Country erreth ; Tell Manhood shakes off pity ; tell Virtue least preferreth ; And if they do reply , spare not to give the lie . So , when thou hast , as I commanded ...
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... little drop of Thy celestial dew , That may my rhymes with sweet infuse embrew , And give me words equal unto my thought To tell the marvels by Thy mercy wrought . HEAVENLY LOVE . Yet being pregnant still with powerful grace 8.
... little drop of Thy celestial dew , That may my rhymes with sweet infuse embrew , And give me words equal unto my thought To tell the marvels by Thy mercy wrought . HEAVENLY LOVE . Yet being pregnant still with powerful grace 8.
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... give , We give to Him by whom we all do live . Such mercy He by His most holy reed 4 Unto us taught , and , to approve it true , Ensampled it by His most righteous deed , Showing us mercy ( miserable crew ! ) That we the like should to ...
... give , We give to Him by whom we all do live . Such mercy He by His most holy reed 4 Unto us taught , and , to approve it true , Ensampled it by His most righteous deed , Showing us mercy ( miserable crew ! ) That we the like should to ...
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... give thyself unto Him full and free , That full and freely gave Himself to thee . Then shalt thou feel thy spirit so possest , And ravisht with devouring great desire Of His dear Self , that shall thy feeble breast Inflame with love ...
... give thyself unto Him full and free , That full and freely gave Himself to thee . Then shalt thou feel thy spirit so possest , And ravisht with devouring great desire Of His dear Self , that shall thy feeble breast Inflame with love ...
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Angels beams beauty behold beneath bless blest breast breath bright brow cheerful clouds cold crown dark dead death deep DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB dost doth dread dreams dust dwell earth earthly Ebenezer Elliot Edmund Cartwright ELEGY WRITTEN eternal fair faith fear flowers George Crabbe gloom glorious glory grace grave grief hand Harrison Weir hast hath heart Heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour HYMN J. D. Watson life's light live look Lord mind morn mountains night o'er pain peace PENATES praise prayer PRAYER OF SOLOMON rest rise round sacred shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit spring stars STEPHEN'S DAY storm sweet tears tell tempest Thee thine things Thomas Chatterton Thomas Warton Thou art thought thro tomb Twas unto Vex'd voice wave winds wings wonder
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Стр. 27 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Стр. 233 - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Стр. 178 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Стр. 182 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Стр. 101 - These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ; who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Стр. 102 - His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. 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.
Стр. 68 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Стр. 102 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Стр. 252 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Стр. 326 - BY Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.