Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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Pàgina 27
... spread before her She leaned her bosom , more than stony hard ; There slept th ' impartial judge and strict restorer Of wrong or right , with pain or with reward : There hung the score of all our debts , the card Where good and bad ...
... spread before her She leaned her bosom , more than stony hard ; There slept th ' impartial judge and strict restorer Of wrong or right , with pain or with reward : There hung the score of all our debts , the card Where good and bad ...
Pàgina 32
... spread Their wings to save him ? heaven itself shall slide And roll away , like melting stars that glide Along their oily threads : his mind pursues him : His house to shroud , or hills to fall and bruise him ? As sergeants both attach ...
... spread Their wings to save him ? heaven itself shall slide And roll away , like melting stars that glide Along their oily threads : his mind pursues him : His house to shroud , or hills to fall and bruise him ? As sergeants both attach ...
Pàgina 33
... Those sunshine looks , whose beams would dim a thousand days . 12 Imbranded , mustered in arms . 13 Spreading his rays like a lamp . 14 The moon . THE SPEECH OF MERCY . SUCH when as Mercy her 3 GILES FLETCHER . 33 Mercy.
... Those sunshine looks , whose beams would dim a thousand days . 12 Imbranded , mustered in arms . 13 Spreading his rays like a lamp . 14 The moon . THE SPEECH OF MERCY . SUCH when as Mercy her 3 GILES FLETCHER . 33 Mercy.
Pàgina 42
... spread Over the temple , the bright stars among ; ( Ah ! that her foot should trample on the head Of that most reverend place ! ) and a lewd throng Of wanton boys sung her a pleasant song , Of love , long life , of mercy , and of grace ...
... spread Over the temple , the bright stars among ; ( Ah ! that her foot should trample on the head Of that most reverend place ! ) and a lewd throng Of wanton boys sung her a pleasant song , Of love , long life , of mercy , and of grace ...
Pàgina 45
... nightingales had taught to call , When Zephyr breathed into their watery enterall . And all about , embayed in soft sleep , A herd of charmed beasts aground were spread , Which the fair witch in golden chains did keep , GILES FLETCHER . 45.
... nightingales had taught to call , When Zephyr breathed into their watery enterall . And all about , embayed in soft sleep , A herd of charmed beasts aground were spread , Which the fair witch in golden chains did keep , GILES FLETCHER . 45.
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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...