Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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39. oldal
... adore Thee with the ceiling low , — Here honey , milk , and chesnuts wild do grow , The boughs a bed of leaves upon thee shall bestow . " But , oh ! " he said , and therewith sighed full deep , " The heavens , alas ! too envious are ...
... adore Thee with the ceiling low , — Here honey , milk , and chesnuts wild do grow , The boughs a bed of leaves upon thee shall bestow . " But , oh ! " he said , and therewith sighed full deep , " The heavens , alas ! too envious are ...
74. oldal
... adore That blessed power which he had set at nought , Scorned and blasphemed all his life before ? These light vain persons still are drunk and mad With surfeitings and pleasures of their youth ; But at their death they are fresh ...
... adore That blessed power which he had set at nought , Scorned and blasphemed all his life before ? These light vain persons still are drunk and mad With surfeitings and pleasures of their youth ; But at their death they are fresh ...
94. oldal
... adore Thy curious art in marshalling thy goods ; Thy hills with health abound , thy vales with store ; The south with marble , north with fur and woods . Hard things are glorious ; easy things , good , cheap ; The common all men have ...
... adore Thy curious art in marshalling thy goods ; Thy hills with health abound , thy vales with store ; The south with marble , north with fur and woods . Hard things are glorious ; easy things , good , cheap ; The common all men have ...
115. oldal
... adore sweet Virtue's face . Here dwell no hateful looks , no palace - cares , No broken vows dwell here , nor pale - faced fears . Then here I'll sit and sigh my hot love's folly , And learn t ' affect an holy melancholy ; And if ...
... adore sweet Virtue's face . Here dwell no hateful looks , no palace - cares , No broken vows dwell here , nor pale - faced fears . Then here I'll sit and sigh my hot love's folly , And learn t ' affect an holy melancholy ; And if ...
172. oldal
... adore . The choirs of happy souls Waked with that music sweet , Whose descant care controls , Their Lord in triumph meet : 1 Divinely inspired . The spotless spirits of light , His trophies do extol 172 WILLIAM DRUMMOND .
... adore . The choirs of happy souls Waked with that music sweet , Whose descant care controls , Their Lord in triumph meet : 1 Divinely inspired . The spotless spirits of light , His trophies do extol 172 WILLIAM DRUMMOND .
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ABRAHAM COWLEY adore angels arched magazines beams beauty behold blessed bliss blood born breast breath bright clouds Corpus Christi College creeping song crown dark death delight didst divine dost doth dread e'en earth EDMUND WALLER eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER glorious glory golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour humble HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy Midian mighty mind mortal night o'er pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet praise proud PSALM rage rest rich rise round sacred shade shalt shine showers sighs sight sing skies song sorrow soul spirit spring stars streams sweet tears Thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD Thou Thou art thought thousand throne thunder unto voice waves wind wings wonders
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247. oldal - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
204. oldal - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
244. 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.
250. oldal - O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
137. oldal - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
245. oldal - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep...
172. 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.
25. oldal - Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
270. oldal - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
138. oldal - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train...