Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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Pàgina 1
... Lord , my lovely Lord alone To thee I call , to thee I make my moan . And thou , good God , vouchsafe in grace to take This woful plaint Wherein I faint ; Oh ! hear me , then , for thy great mercy's sake . Oh ! bend thine ears ...
... Lord , my lovely Lord alone To thee I call , to thee I make my moan . And thou , good God , vouchsafe in grace to take This woful plaint Wherein I faint ; Oh ! hear me , then , for thy great mercy's sake . Oh ! bend thine ears ...
Pàgina 2
... Lord , should'st take thy rod in hand , If thou regard what sins are daily done , If thou take hold where we our works begun , If thou decree in judgment for to stand , And be extreme to see our ' scuses2 scanned ; If thou take note of ...
... Lord , should'st take thy rod in hand , If thou regard what sins are daily done , If thou take hold where we our works begun , If thou decree in judgment for to stand , And be extreme to see our ' scuses2 scanned ; If thou take note of ...
Pàgina 3
... Lord , that sits in heaven on high , With hasty wing From me doth fling , And striveth still unto the Lord to fly . O Israel ! O household of the Lord ! O Abraham's sons ! O brood of blessed seed ! O chosen sheep , that love the Lord ...
... Lord , that sits in heaven on high , With hasty wing From me doth fling , And striveth still unto the Lord to fly . O Israel ! O household of the Lord ! O Abraham's sons ! O brood of blessed seed ! O chosen sheep , that love the Lord ...
Pàgina 12
... lord of every living wight He made by love out of his own like mould , In whom He might his mighty self behold ; For love doth love the thing beloved to see , That like itself in lovely shape may be . But man , forgetful of his Maker's ...
... lord of every living wight He made by love out of his own like mould , In whom He might his mighty self behold ; For love doth love the thing beloved to see , That like itself in lovely shape may be . But man , forgetful of his Maker's ...
Pàgina 14
... Lord Commanded us to love them for his sake , Even for his sake and for his sacred word , Which is his last bequest He to us spake , We should them love , and with their needs partake , Knowing that whatsoe'er to them we give We give to ...
... Lord Commanded us to love them for his sake , Even for his sake and for his sacred word , Which is his last bequest He to us spake , We should them love , and with their needs partake , Knowing that whatsoe'er to them we give We give to ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 247 - 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.
Pàgina 204 - 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.
Pàgina 244 - 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 250 - 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...
Pàgina 137 - 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.
Pàgina 245 - 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...
Pàgina 172 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Pàgina 25 - 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.
Pàgina 270 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Pàgina 138 - 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...