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. Hatchard, 1836 |
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... body fly , And tread the track of death's desired ways : Life is but lost , where death is deemed gain , And loathed pleasures breed displeasing pain . Who would not die , to kill all - murdering griefs ? Or who would live in never ...
... body fly , And tread the track of death's desired ways : Life is but lost , where death is deemed gain , And loathed pleasures breed displeasing pain . Who would not die , to kill all - murdering griefs ? Or who would live in never ...
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... body of the dead doth make , With a fair comely gait ; nor doth he run , As though he gloried in what he had done ; But treading on the uncircumcised dead , With his foot strikes the helmet from his head ; Which with the sword ta'en ...
... body of the dead doth make , With a fair comely gait ; nor doth he run , As though he gloried in what he had done ; But treading on the uncircumcised dead , With his foot strikes the helmet from his head ; Which with the sword ta'en ...
Side 41
... body's guide : For as these towers our bodies do inclose , So our souls ' prisons verily are those : Our bodies stopping that celestial light , As these do hinder our exterior sight ; Whereon death seizing , doth discharge the debt ...
... body's guide : For as these towers our bodies do inclose , So our souls ' prisons verily are those : Our bodies stopping that celestial light , As these do hinder our exterior sight ; Whereon death seizing , doth discharge the debt ...
Side 57
... body and my soul , and I shall sleep a space ; But my ever - waking part shall see that face , Whose fear already shakes my every joint . Then , as my soul , to heaven , her first seat , takes flight , And earth - born body in the earth ...
... body and my soul , and I shall sleep a space ; But my ever - waking part shall see that face , Whose fear already shakes my every joint . Then , as my soul , to heaven , her first seat , takes flight , And earth - born body in the earth ...
Side 58
... bodies go , All whom the flood did , and fire shall o'erthrow ; All whom war , death , age , agues , tyrannies , Despair , law , chance , hath slain , and you , whose eyes Shall behold God , and never taste death's woe . But let them ...
... bodies go , All whom the flood did , and fire shall o'erthrow ; All whom war , death , age , agues , tyrannies , Despair , law , chance , hath slain , and you , whose eyes Shall behold God , and never taste death's woe . But let them ...
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Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of ..., Volum 2 Giles Fletcher Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1836 |
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ABRAHAM COWLEY angels beauty behold blessed bliss blood BORN breast breath bright canst 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 hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy honour hope immortal John Hatchard 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 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 DEKKER THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thou dost thou hast thought throne thyself true Twas unto virtue voice weep WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT wilt wings wouldst
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Side 321 - 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. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
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 pictures be...
Side 325 - And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity ; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense, A several sin to every sense, But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness. O how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track!
Side 59 - Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Side 320 - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear; It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.
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 314 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
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 58 - At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes, Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
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...