Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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... hands , who with despiteful shame Reviling Him , that them most vile became , At length him nailed on a gallows tree , And slew the Just by most unjust decree . O huge and most unspeakable impression Of Love's deep wound , that pierced ...
... hands , who with despiteful shame Reviling Him , that them most vile became , At length him nailed on a gallows tree , And slew the Just by most unjust decree . O huge and most unspeakable impression Of Love's deep wound , that pierced ...
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... hand That we , and to the same again shall fade , Where they shall have like heritage of land , However here on higher steps we stand , Which also were with self - same price redeemed That we , however , of us light esteemed . And were ...
... hand That we , and to the same again shall fade , Where they shall have like heritage of land , However here on higher steps we stand , Which also were with self - same price redeemed That we , however , of us light esteemed . And were ...
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... hand , through feet , and side ! Then let thy flinty heart that feels no pain , Empierced be with pitiful remorse , And let thy bowels bleed in every vein At sight of his most sacred heavenly corse , So torn and mangled with malicious ...
... hand , through feet , and side ! Then let thy flinty heart that feels no pain , Empierced be with pitiful remorse , And let thy bowels bleed in every vein At sight of his most sacred heavenly corse , So torn and mangled with malicious ...
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... hand of heaven is giving Comfort from the ever - living ? No , my soul , be no more sorry ; Look unto that life of glory Which the grace of Faith regardeth , And the tears of Love rewardeth : Where the soul the comfort getteth , That ...
... hand of heaven is giving Comfort from the ever - living ? No , my soul , be no more sorry ; Look unto that life of glory Which the grace of Faith regardeth , And the tears of Love rewardeth : Where the soul the comfort getteth , That ...
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... hand , Or like the writing on the sand , Or like a thought , or like a dream , Or like the gliding of the stream : Even such is man , who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death : The bubble's cut , the look's forgot ...
... hand , Or like the writing on the sand , Or like a thought , or like a dream , Or like the gliding of the stream : Even such is man , who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death : The bubble's cut , the look's forgot ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY amongst angels Anthony à Wood beauty behold Ben Jonson blessed blest bliss born breath bright Cambridge Christ Church clouds College comfort dark death delight died divine dost doth Earl earth eternal eyes Faerie Queene faith father favour fear fire flames Fletcher flowers Francis FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS QUARLES Giles Fletcher give glorious glory grace grave Hagthorpe happy hath heart heaven heavenly holy holy orders honour humble HYMN John Joshua Sylvester King light live London Lord mercy mind morning muse never Nicholas Breton night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER poem poet poetical poetry praise prayer Prince published Quarles Queen rise sacred shine sing SIR JOHN BEAUMONT sleep song soul Spenser stars Sweet Spirit Tell Thee ther thine things THOMAS THOMAS BEEDOME thou art thought throne thyself unto verse voice Whilst WILLIAM LITHGOW wings Wotton
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Стр. 320 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; 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; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Стр. 322 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Стр. 370 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Стр. 322 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Стр. 320 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 56 - 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. 320 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Стр. 327 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Стр. 270 - Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Стр. 164 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...