Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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29. oldal
... sleeping lie . But let him in his cabin restless rest , The dungeon of dark flames and freezing fire . Justice in heaven against man makes request To God , and of his angels doth require Sin's punishment ; of what I did desire , Or who ...
... sleeping lie . But let him in his cabin restless rest , The dungeon of dark flames and freezing fire . Justice in heaven against man makes request To God , and of his angels doth require Sin's punishment ; of what I did desire , Or who ...
42. oldal
... sleeping waves , Fairly along with wind and water flies , And painted masts with silken sails embraves , That Neptune's self the bragging vessel saves , To laugh awhile at her so proud array ; Her waving streamers loosely she lets play ...
... sleeping waves , Fairly along with wind and water flies , And painted masts with silken sails embraves , That Neptune's self the bragging vessel saves , To laugh awhile at her so proud array ; Her waving streamers loosely she lets play ...
45. oldal
... sleeps , nor to be waked fears . Over the hedge depends the graping elm , Whose greener head , empurpured in wine , Seemed ... sleep , A herd of charmed beasts aground were spread , Which the fair witch in golden chains did keep , GILES ...
... sleeps , nor to be waked fears . Over the hedge depends the graping elm , Whose greener head , empurpured in wine , Seemed ... sleep , A herd of charmed beasts aground were spread , Which the fair witch in golden chains did keep , GILES ...
52. oldal
... sleeping on bright Eta's top , doth dream The world a Chaos is ; no joyful beam Looks from his starry bower , the heavens do moan , And trees drop tears , lest we should grieve alone ; The winds have learned to sigh , and waters ...
... sleeping on bright Eta's top , doth dream The world a Chaos is ; no joyful beam Looks from his starry bower , the heavens do moan , And trees drop tears , lest we should grieve alone ; The winds have learned to sigh , and waters ...
53. oldal
... sorrow now no more shall see ; Thus send we sighs , that never can be sent- To Him that died to live , and would not be , To be there where He would . - Here bury we This heavenly earth ; here let it softly sleep , GILES FLETCHER . 53 333.
... sorrow now no more shall see ; Thus send we sighs , that never can be sent- To Him that died to live , and would not be , To be there where He would . - Here bury we This heavenly earth ; here let it softly sleep , GILES FLETCHER . 53 333.
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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...