The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 552 pàgines |
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Pàgina 8
... Clouds .. 521 The Lord's Day . 457 The Ordinal .. 522 The House of God . 457 Christmas Eve . 524 The Village Church . 458 The Death of Stephen .. 525 The Church Bells . Social Worship . Prayer .... FELICIA HEMANS . 459 The Christmas ...
... Clouds .. 521 The Lord's Day . 457 The Ordinal .. 522 The House of God . 457 Christmas Eve . 524 The Village Church . 458 The Death of Stephen .. 525 The Church Bells . Social Worship . Prayer .... FELICIA HEMANS . 459 The Christmas ...
Pàgina 31
... cloud ; I would be poor , but know the humble grass , Still trampled on by each unworthy ass : Rich , hated ; wise , suspected ; scorned , if poor ; Great , feared ; fair , tempted ; high , still envied more . I have wished all ; but ...
... cloud ; I would be poor , but know the humble grass , Still trampled on by each unworthy ass : Rich , hated ; wise , suspected ; scorned , if poor ; Great , feared ; fair , tempted ; high , still envied more . I have wished all ; but ...
Pàgina 42
... clouds did hit , By tongues ' confusion was to ruin brought . But Thou , which didst man's soul of nothing make , And when to nothing it was fallen again , " To make it new , the form of man didst take , And God with God becamest a man ...
... clouds did hit , By tongues ' confusion was to ruin brought . But Thou , which didst man's soul of nothing make , And when to nothing it was fallen again , " To make it new , the form of man didst take , And God with God becamest a man ...
Pàgina 48
... clouds will overblow , Sunshine shall have his returning , And my grief - dulled heart , I know , Into joy shall change his mourning . 18 JOSEPH BRYAN WAS apparently a contemporary of Davison . 48 FRANCIS DAVISON . Sic vita 107 108 109.
... clouds will overblow , Sunshine shall have his returning , And my grief - dulled heart , I know , Into joy shall change his mourning . 18 JOSEPH BRYAN WAS apparently a contemporary of Davison . 48 FRANCIS DAVISON . Sic vita 107 108 109.
Pàgina 52
... I embark , That ship shall be my emblem of thy ark ; What sea soever swallow me , that flood Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood ; Though Thou with clouds of anger do disguise Thy face 5 * 52 JOHN DONNE . Hymn to Christ.
... I embark , That ship shall be my emblem of thy ark ; What sea soever swallow me , that flood Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood ; Though Thou with clouds of anger do disguise Thy face 5 * 52 JOHN DONNE . Hymn to Christ.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold Visualització completa - 1866 |
The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold Visualització completa - 1849 |
The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold Visualització completa - 1853 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 359 - 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
Pàgina 357 - 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?
Pàgina 275 - 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.
Pàgina 172 - 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.
Pàgina 378 - 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.
Pàgina 357 - 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...
Pàgina 173 - 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.
Pàgina 170 - 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.
Pàgina 357 - 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.
Pàgina 209 - 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?