English Sacred Poetry of the Sixteenth, Seventeenth, Eighteenth, and Nineteenth CenturiesRobert Aris Willmott Routledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1863 - Всего страниц: 387 |
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... SPRING 194 THE VILLAGE MOTHER FORSAKEN 209 THE BLESSINGS OF TRIBULATION 211 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS 358 RICHARD CRASHAW . THE PAST 359 A HYMN OF THE NATIVITY 113 GEORGE CROLY . JACOB'S DREAM . - FROM A PICTURE xi.
... SPRING 194 THE VILLAGE MOTHER FORSAKEN 209 THE BLESSINGS OF TRIBULATION 211 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS 358 RICHARD CRASHAW . THE PAST 359 A HYMN OF THE NATIVITY 113 GEORGE CROLY . JACOB'S DREAM . - FROM A PICTURE xi.
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... Spring S. Read 158 J. Gilbert . 162 Summer · 29 Autumn Winter " " • J. Gilbert . 162 • J. Gilbert . 163 J. Gilbert . 163 A HYMN : - The thunder rolls ; . . While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn . J. Gilbert . A HYMN . - Tailpiece ...
... Spring S. Read 158 J. Gilbert . 162 Summer · 29 Autumn Winter " " • J. Gilbert . 162 • J. Gilbert . 163 J. Gilbert . 163 A HYMN : - The thunder rolls ; . . While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn . J. Gilbert . A HYMN . - Tailpiece ...
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... SPRING . ODE WRITTEN IN A VISIT TO THE COUNTRY IN AUTUMN THE TWO WEAVERS . DRAWN BY PAGE H. S. Marks 191 J. Sliegh 194 • J. Sliegh . 196 THE NURSING FRIEND H. S. Marks Frederick Walker 199 • . 206 SCENE IN A SCOTTISH COTTAGE . " J. D. ...
... SPRING . ODE WRITTEN IN A VISIT TO THE COUNTRY IN AUTUMN THE TWO WEAVERS . DRAWN BY PAGE H. S. Marks 191 J. Sliegh 194 • J. Sliegh . 196 THE NURSING FRIEND H. S. Marks Frederick Walker 199 • . 206 SCENE IN A SCOTTISH COTTAGE . " J. D. ...
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... Which endeth with time that in doing is spent : For time is itself , but a time for a time , Forgotten full soon , as the tune of a chime . TIME AND THE YEAR . In Spring - time we. TIME AND THE YEAR . THE MEAN ESTATE THE HAPPIEST . 1 B.
... Which endeth with time that in doing is spent : For time is itself , but a time for a time , Forgotten full soon , as the tune of a chime . TIME AND THE YEAR . In Spring - time we. TIME AND THE YEAR . THE MEAN ESTATE THE HAPPIEST . 1 B.
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... Spring unto Childhood , the Summer to Youth , The Harvest to Manhood , the Winter to Age , All quickly forgot , as a play on a stage . Time past is forgotten , ere men be aware ; Time present is thought on , with wonderful care ; Time ...
... Spring unto Childhood , the Summer to Youth , The Harvest to Manhood , the Winter to Age , All quickly forgot , as a play on a stage . Time past is forgotten , ere men be aware ; Time present is thought on , with wonderful care ; Time ...
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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.