Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of Giles Fletcher's Christ's Victory and Triumph; with Copious Selections from Spenser, Davies, Sandys [and Others] With an Introductory Essay and Critical Remarks, Volum 2J. Rickerby, 1836 - 399 sider |
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... - mastering circumstances . There are , doubtless , certain general canons of taste , applicable to all intellectual production ; but it is a poor While , therefore , the works of many of the xii INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
... - mastering circumstances . There are , doubtless , certain general canons of taste , applicable to all intellectual production ; but it is a poor While , therefore , the works of many of the xii INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
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... grow . In Haman's pomp poor Mardocheus wept , Yet God did turn his fate upon his foe ; The lazar pined , while Dives ' feast was kept , C Yet he to heaven , to hell did Dives go ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 17 Scorn not the Least.
... grow . In Haman's pomp poor Mardocheus wept , Yet God did turn his fate upon his foe ; The lazar pined , while Dives ' feast was kept , C Yet he to heaven , to hell did Dives go ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 17 Scorn not the Least.
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... poor estate is rich . My conscience is my crown , Contented thoughts , my rest ; My heart is happy in itself , My bliss is in my breast . Enough I reckon wealth , A mean the surest lot ; That lies too high for base contempt , Too low ...
... poor estate is rich . My conscience is my crown , Contented thoughts , my rest ; My heart is happy in itself , My bliss is in my breast . Enough I reckon wealth , A mean the surest lot ; That lies too high for base contempt , Too low ...
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... poor , in young or old , In bless'd , or full of curse . Yet God's must I remain ; By death , by wrong , by shame I cannot blot out of my heart What grace wrote in his name . I cannot set at nought Whom I have held so dear ; I cannot ...
... poor , in young or old , In bless'd , or full of curse . Yet God's must I remain ; By death , by wrong , by shame I cannot blot out of my heart What grace wrote in his name . I cannot set at nought Whom I have held so dear ; I cannot ...
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... poor corpse , which they from me shall have , And their foul bowels shall be all thy grave . " 66 Uncircumcised slave , " quoth David then , " That for thy shape , the monster art of men ; Thou thus in brass comest arm'd into the field ...
... poor corpse , which they from me shall have , And their foul bowels shall be all thy grave . " 66 Uncircumcised slave , " quoth David then , " That for thy shape , the monster art of men ; Thou thus in brass comest arm'd into the field ...
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Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of ..., Volum 2 Richard Cattermole Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1836 |
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ABRAHAM COWLEY angels beauty behold blessed bliss blood BORN breast breath bright canst CHIG clouds crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth ears earth eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flower foes FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON GEORGE GASCOIGNE glorious glory God's grace grave hand happy hath heart heaven heavenly hell holy honour hope immortal Introductory Essay king labour let thy light live look Lord mercies MICHAEL DRAYTON mighty mind mortal muse ne'er night nought o'er pain pleasure poems poet poor praise pure rich RICHARD CRASHAW sacred shine sighs sight sing sins SIR EDWARD SHERBURNE sleep SONG OF PRAISE soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS CAREW THOMAS DEKKER THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thou dost thou hast thought thyself true Twas unto verse virtue voice volume weep wings wouldst
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Side 58 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
Side 333 - I SAW Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, ^ All calm, as it was bright ; And round Beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov'd ; in which the world And all her train were hurl'd.
Side 320 - After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, "Whose light doth trample on my days — My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
Side 315 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When, God knows, I'm toss'd about, Either with despair, or doubt ; Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Side 324 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back — at that short space — Could see a glimpse of his bright face...
Side 51 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath...
Side 320 - Dear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the Just, Shining nowhere, but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!
Side 320 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Side 170 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Side 325 - O how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track ! That I might once more reach that plain, Where first I left my glorious train; From whence the enlightened spirit sees That shady city of palm trees. But ah ! my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way ! Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move; 30 And when this dust falls to the urn, In that state I came, return.