Gathered riches from the older poets, A.D. 1340-1699 [ed. by W.K.].Houlston and Wright, 1865 - Всего страниц: 123 |
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... Lord , for Thy great grace , Grant us the bliss to see Thy face , Where we may sing to Thee , solace In excelsis gloria ! MSS . in British Museum ( 1456 ) . The Merle and the Nightingale . In May , as that Aurora did up spring , With ...
... Lord , for Thy great grace , Grant us the bliss to see Thy face , Where we may sing to Thee , solace In excelsis gloria ! MSS . in British Museum ( 1456 ) . The Merle and the Nightingale . In May , as that Aurora did up spring , With ...
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... Lord most dear , That thee and all this world made of nought . " The merle said , " Love Him that thy love has sought From heaven to earth , and here took flesh and bone . " The nightingale sang , " And with His death thee bought : All ...
... Lord most dear , That thee and all this world made of nought . " The merle said , " Love Him that thy love has sought From heaven to earth , and here took flesh and bone . " The nightingale sang , " And with His death thee bought : All ...
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W. K.. From a hymn on the Passion of Christ . O LORD of bliss , Remember this , How manis mind is like the moon ; Is variable , Frail and unstable , At morning , night , and noon . Though he unkind , Have not in mind , What ye for him ...
W. K.. From a hymn on the Passion of Christ . O LORD of bliss , Remember this , How manis mind is like the moon ; Is variable , Frail and unstable , At morning , night , and noon . Though he unkind , Have not in mind , What ye for him ...
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... straightway This blessed babe to find . O tidings , & c . And when to Bethlehem they came , Whereas this infant lay , They found Him in a manger Where oxen feed on hay ; His mother , Mary , kneeling , Unto the Lord PERIOD FIRST . 13.
... straightway This blessed babe to find . O tidings , & c . And when to Bethlehem they came , Whereas this infant lay , They found Him in a manger Where oxen feed on hay ; His mother , Mary , kneeling , Unto the Lord PERIOD FIRST . 13.
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W. K.. His mother , Mary , kneeling , Unto the Lord did pray . O tidings , & c . Now to the Lord sing praises , All you within this place , And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace ; This holy tide of Christmas All ...
W. K.. His mother , Mary , kneeling , Unto the Lord did pray . O tidings , & c . Now to the Lord sing praises , All you within this place , And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace ; This holy tide of Christmas All ...
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angels ANON art thou beams beauty behold BEN JONSON birds blessed blest bliss blossom born breath bright CHAUCER Christ cloud comfort creatures dark death delight divine doth dust dwell earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear flesh flowers GEORGE SANDYS give glorious glory God's grace grave hand hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope humble Hymn JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN DONNE King leave light live look Lord Love's man's mercy mighty mind mortal Nature's never NICHOLAS BRETON night nightingale o'er pleasure poor praise Psalm pure rest rich RICHARD ROLLE rise savest Saviour scorn sense shepherds shew shine sight sing SIR HENRY WOTTON SIR JOHN DAVIES sleep song soul spring stars strong Tell Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought Three Wise Men Thy Majesty thyself tree true voice wake wight wilt wind wings wise withers
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Стр. 189 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Стр. 152 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Стр. 137 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Стр. 140 - 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. 97 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 77 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Стр. 92 - Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Стр. 66 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
Стр. 136 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Стр. 137 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.