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, Band 2J. Rickerby, 1836 - 399 Seiten |
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... the Righteous · JOHN DAY . - Page 159 . Man's Natural Infirmity . 121 124 124 125 125 · • 126 · 126 127 128 128 129 129 • 133 135 136 • 143 • • 144 149 • · 152 · 154 161 Contempt of the World Page 162 · On a Fair CONTENTS . xxiii.
... the Righteous · JOHN DAY . - Page 159 . Man's Natural Infirmity . 121 124 124 125 125 · • 126 · 126 127 128 128 129 129 • 133 135 136 • 143 • • 144 149 • · 152 · 154 161 Contempt of the World Page 162 · On a Fair CONTENTS . xxiii.
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... Fair House having an Ill Passage to it 164 FRANCIS BEAUMONT . - Page 167 . An Epitaph . 169 God's Providence the Honest Man's Fortune 170 On the Tombs in Westminster 172 THOMAS CAREW . - Page 173 . Epitaph on Maria Wentworth , Daughter ...
... Fair House having an Ill Passage to it 164 FRANCIS BEAUMONT . - Page 167 . An Epitaph . 169 God's Providence the Honest Man's Fortune 170 On the Tombs in Westminster 172 THOMAS CAREW . - Page 173 . Epitaph on Maria Wentworth , Daughter ...
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... fair , from better hap to worse . The sea of fortune doth not ever flow , She draws her favours to the lowest ebb ; Her tides have equal times to come and go , Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web : No joy so great , but ...
... fair , from better hap to worse . The sea of fortune doth not ever flow , She draws her favours to the lowest ebb ; Her tides have equal times to come and go , Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web : No joy so great , but ...
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... fair the building was , While grace did it uphold . And still before mine eyes My mortal fall they lay : Whom grace and virtue once advanced , Now sin hath cast away . O thoughts , no thoughts but wounds , Some time the seat of joy ...
... fair the building was , While grace did it uphold . And still before mine eyes My mortal fall they lay : Whom grace and virtue once advanced , Now sin hath cast away . O thoughts , no thoughts but wounds , Some time the seat of joy ...
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... fair , ( As in their eyes he stood beyond compare , ) Their verdict gave that they had sent him sure As a choice bait their champion to allure ; Others again , of judgment more precise , Said they had sent him for a sacrifice . And ...
... fair , ( As in their eyes he stood beyond compare , ) Their verdict gave that they had sent him sure As a choice bait their champion to allure ; Others again , of judgment more precise , Said they had sent him for a sacrifice . And ...
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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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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.