The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 552 oldal |
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... which the sublimer genius of Quarles will not always afford , and recol- lect the humble rhymes of Watts , when the more passionate songs of Herbert sound harshly upon the ear . " 285522 Mr. Willmott and the author of the " Gems from.
... which the sublimer genius of Quarles will not always afford , and recol- lect the humble rhymes of Watts , when the more passionate songs of Herbert sound harshly upon the ear . " 285522 Mr. Willmott and the author of the " Gems from.
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... songs are among the finest productions of nearly all the great poets , whether they were technically religious or not ... song be as the voice of the FATHER to an erring child , calling him into the way of life . CONTENTS . JAMES WALLIS ...
... songs are among the finest productions of nearly all the great poets , whether they were technically religious or not ... song be as the voice of the FATHER to an erring child , calling him into the way of life . CONTENTS . JAMES WALLIS ...
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... Song . 381 A Hebrew Melody . 382 JAMES GRAHAME . The First Sabbath .. 314 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . The Sabbath as a Day of Rest . 316 From " Religious Musings " .. 384 A Spring Sabbath Walk . 317 A Christmas Carol . 388 A Summer ...
... Song . 381 A Hebrew Melody . 382 JAMES GRAHAME . The First Sabbath .. 314 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . The Sabbath as a Day of Rest . 316 From " Religious Musings " .. 384 A Spring Sabbath Walk . 317 A Christmas Carol . 388 A Summer ...
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... Song . 543 The Sabbath .. God's Omnipresent Agency The Chimes of England . 544 Rousseau and Cowper . ISAAC WILLIAMS . The Cure of Melancholy Translation of the Ancient Hymn , " Dies Ire , Live for Eternity Dies Illa " . 546 8 CONTENTS .
... Song . 543 The Sabbath .. God's Omnipresent Agency The Chimes of England . 544 Rousseau and Cowper . ISAAC WILLIAMS . The Cure of Melancholy Translation of the Ancient Hymn , " Dies Ire , Live for Eternity Dies Illa " . 546 8 CONTENTS .
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... song as if thou wentest to bliss . And thou , my soul , which turnest with curious eye , To view the beams of thine own form divine ; Know that thou canst know nothing perfectly , While thou art clouded with this flesh of mine . Take ...
... song as if thou wentest to bliss . And thou , my soul , which turnest with curious eye , To view the beams of thine own form divine ; Know that thou canst know nothing perfectly , While thou art clouded with this flesh of mine . Take ...
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adore angels art thou beams beauty behold beneath blast blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright clouds crown dark death deep delight didst Dies Iræ divine dost doth dread dust dwell E'en earth Edom eternal fair fear flame flowers Francis Beaumont GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope hour HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy mighty mind morning mortal night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet praise prayer pride PSALM rest RICHARD BLACKMORE rise round sacred Sacred Poets shade shine sigh sight sing SIR EDWARD SHERBURNE skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS PARNELL Thou art thought throne unto voice waves weep wind wings
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359. oldal - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
357. oldal - 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?
275. oldal - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
172. oldal - 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.
378. oldal - 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.
357. oldal - 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...
173. oldal - Nature that heard such sound, Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.
170. oldal - 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. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.
357. oldal - 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.
209. oldal - THE COLLAR I STRUCK the board, and cried, no more; I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free ; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store. , Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit? Sure there was wine, Before my sighs did dry it : there was corn, Before my tears did drown it. Is the year only lost to me? Have I no bays to crown it ? No flowers, no garlands gay?