A Book for Spare Moments: The Urn and the PageJames Hogg, 1856 - 162 sider |
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Side 3
... mortal sin fulfil . Dear Father , grant what we entreat , And only Son , who like power hast , Together with the Paraclete , Reigning whilst times and ages last . Wednesday . O holy God of heavenly frame , Who mak'st the pole's wide ...
... mortal sin fulfil . Dear Father , grant what we entreat , And only Son , who like power hast , Together with the Paraclete , Reigning whilst times and ages last . Wednesday . O holy God of heavenly frame , Who mak'st the pole's wide ...
Side 53
... mortal men can view . Spenser . THE GOVERNMENT OF THE AFFECTIONS . * * Most wretched man , That to affections doth the bridle lend , In their beginning they are weak and wan , But soon through suff'rance grow to fearful end , Whilst ...
... mortal men can view . Spenser . THE GOVERNMENT OF THE AFFECTIONS . * * Most wretched man , That to affections doth the bridle lend , In their beginning they are weak and wan , But soon through suff'rance grow to fearful end , Whilst ...
Side 64
... Deep written in my heart with iron pen , That bliss may not abide with mortal men . Spenser . REASON OF INFIDELITY . I observed to Mr Hall , 64 The Urn Progress is not always Prosperity Appearances Deceitful Labour Experience.
... Deep written in my heart with iron pen , That bliss may not abide with mortal men . Spenser . REASON OF INFIDELITY . I observed to Mr Hall , 64 The Urn Progress is not always Prosperity Appearances Deceitful Labour Experience.
Side 69
... mortal men , that swinke and work for nought : Or shooting wide , doth miss the marked scope . Now have I found ( a lesson dearly bought ) That nis on earth assurance to be sought . Spenser . THE EFFICACY OF FAITH . For my own part ...
... mortal men , that swinke and work for nought : Or shooting wide , doth miss the marked scope . Now have I found ( a lesson dearly bought ) That nis on earth assurance to be sought . Spenser . THE EFFICACY OF FAITH . For my own part ...
Side 72
... mortal mixture breed , True that on earth we are but pilgrims made , And should in soul up to our country move . Sir Philip Sydney . THAT FROM WHICH WE CANNOT FLY . Men change the air , but seldom change their care . Drayton . NO SINGLE ...
... mortal mixture breed , True that on earth we are but pilgrims made , And should in soul up to our country move . Sir Philip Sydney . THAT FROM WHICH WE CANNOT FLY . Men change the air , but seldom change their care . Drayton . NO SINGLE ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
angels anger beauty behold bird Bishop blessed bliss body breath bright Christ Christianity church clouds conscience death deformity delight divine dost doth Drayton earth eternal eternal majesty eyes fair faith fear flower give glory God's grace hand happy hath hear hearers heart heaven heavenly Hee wyll Herbert Herrick holy honour hope IRRELIGION Jeremy Taylor journey's end king labour light LIP-LABOUR live lively colours Lord majesty man's memory mercy mind morning mortal nature nature's never ornainent ourselves ourselves to know pain Paraclete pleasure poor praise pray prayer preaching preter rejoice religion rich SABBATH Selden sense sermons shade Sir Philip Sydney Sir Thomas Wyatt sorrows soul Spenser spirit strong sweet Sweet day tears thee thine things Thomas Fuller Thomas Hudson thou hast thoughts tion true UNHAPPY DIVISION virtue weeping wherein wisdom wise
Populære avsnitt
Side 99 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Side 120 - Yet even in the Old Testament, if you listen to David's harp, you shall hear as many hearselike airs as carols ; and the pencil of the Holy Ghost hath laboured more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.
Side 47 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Side 118 - Implore his aid, in his decisions rest, Secure whate'er he gives, he gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd...
Side 102 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Side 63 - God; and still, whilo a man tells the story, the sun gets up higher, till he shows a fair face and a full light, and then he shines one whole day, under a cloud often, and sometimes weeping great and little showers, and sets quickly. So is a man's reason and his life.
Side 99 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : ' Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings ; It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Side 151 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Side 79 - With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him.
Side 90 - 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. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.