Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Volum 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... Death . — Part III . Christ's Triumph after Death . - Part IV . FRR88 71 73 78 79 80 82 IN FOUR PARTS . GEORGE WITHER . - Page 167 . 87 · 113 . 133 153 Divine Support Fear of Death a Weakness The Marigold Well - doing The Glory of ...
... Death . — Part III . Christ's Triumph after Death . - Part IV . FRR88 71 73 78 79 80 82 IN FOUR PARTS . GEORGE WITHER . - Page 167 . 87 · 113 . 133 153 Divine Support Fear of Death a Weakness The Marigold Well - doing The Glory of ...
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... Death • 208 Search after Happiness 209 Man's Ingratitude 211 • THE SUFFERINGS OF JERUSALEM . Elegy I. · 213 Elegy II . ib . • Elegy III . 214 Elegy IV . · ib . Elegy V. 215 • Elegy VI . ib . Elegy VII . 216 Elegy VIII . · 217 Elegy IX ...
... Death • 208 Search after Happiness 209 Man's Ingratitude 211 • THE SUFFERINGS OF JERUSALEM . Elegy I. · 213 Elegy II . ib . • Elegy III . 214 Elegy IV . · ib . Elegy V. 215 • Elegy VI . ib . Elegy VII . 216 Elegy VIII . · 217 Elegy IX ...
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... Death's Lecture . - The Funeral of a Young Gentleman . 345 The Hymn , " Dies iræ , dies illa , & c . " in Meditation of the Day of Judgment Temperance , or the cheap Physician . — Upon the Transla- tion of Lessius 347 349 EDMUND SPENSER ...
... Death's Lecture . - The Funeral of a Young Gentleman . 345 The Hymn , " Dies iræ , dies illa , & c . " in Meditation of the Day of Judgment Temperance , or the cheap Physician . — Upon the Transla- tion of Lessius 347 349 EDMUND SPENSER ...
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... Death , to sinners dew , And all his off - spring into thraldome threw , Where they for ever should in bonds remaine , Of never - dead yet ever - dying paine . Till that great Lord of Love , which him at first Made of meere love , and ...
... Death , to sinners dew , And all his off - spring into thraldome threw , Where they for ever should in bonds remaine , Of never - dead yet ever - dying paine . Till that great Lord of Love , which him at first Made of meere love , and ...
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... death into his soul did dart , Doing him die that never it deserved , To free his foes that from his heart had swerved ! What heart can feel least touch of so sore launch , Or thought can think the depth of so deep wound ? Whose ...
... death into his soul did dart , Doing him die that never it deserved , To free his foes that from his heart had swerved ! What heart can feel least touch of so sore launch , Or thought can think the depth of so deep wound ? Whose ...
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The Sacred Classics: Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Volum 21 Richard CATTERMOLE Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1835 |
Sacred Classics: Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity Henry Stebbing,Richard Cattermole Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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angels art thou beams beauty behold blessed blind bliss blood breast breath bright canst Christ clouds creatures crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth drest dust earth Edom Eridan eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fear fire flaming flesh flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand hath head heart heav'n heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour Introductory Essay Jeremy Taylor John Hatchard King light live lively coloured look Lord man's mercy mind never night pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet poor pow'r praise PSALM rest Rickerby sacred shame shine sighs sight sing sins SIR JOHN DAVIES sleep songs sorrow soul spirits spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought thousand throne thyself tongue unto verse weep wind wings wound wretched
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Side 321 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Side 328 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Side 315 - It was the winter wild While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Side 253 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave ; And thou must die.
Side 320 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Side 318 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Side 327 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Side 236 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
Side 321 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Side 317 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.