A Book for Spare Moments: The Urn and the PageJames Hogg, 1856 - 162 Seiten |
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... bring that the oftener into remembrance , which they have more learnedly extressed . " George Wither's Emblems , 1631 . " If these little sparks of holy fire which I have heaped together do not give life to your prepared and already en ...
... bring that the oftener into remembrance , which they have more learnedly extressed . " George Wither's Emblems , 1631 . " If these little sparks of holy fire which I have heaped together do not give life to your prepared and already en ...
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... bringing forth the light of days , With the first work of splendour bright The world didst to beginning raise ; Who morn with evening join'd in one , Commandedst should be call'd the day ; The foul confusion now is gone ; O hear us when ...
... bringing forth the light of days , With the first work of splendour bright The world didst to beginning raise ; Who morn with evening join'd in one , Commandedst should be call'd the day ; The foul confusion now is gone ; O hear us when ...
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... bring , And yield sweet fruit by all desired ; With fragrant greenness of thy grace , Our blasted souls of wounds release , That tears foul sins away may chase , And in the mind bad notions cease . May it obey thy heavenly voice , And ...
... bring , And yield sweet fruit by all desired ; With fragrant greenness of thy grace , Our blasted souls of wounds release , That tears foul sins away may chase , And in the mind bad notions cease . May it obey thy heavenly voice , And ...
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... bring ; Some in the waters deeply div'd , Some playing in the heav'ns above , That natures from one stock deriv'd May thus to several dwellings move . Upon thy servants grace bestow , Whose souls thy bloody 4 The Urn.
... bring ; Some in the waters deeply div'd , Some playing in the heav'ns above , That natures from one stock deriv'd May thus to several dwellings move . Upon thy servants grace bestow , Whose souls thy bloody 4 The Urn.
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... bring All kind of beasts which on it creep ; Who hast made subject to man's hand Great bodies of each mighty thing , That , taking life from thy command , They might in order serve their king ; From us thy servants , Lord , expel Those ...
... bring All kind of beasts which on it creep ; Who hast made subject to man's hand Great bodies of each mighty thing , That , taking life from thy command , They might in order serve their king ; From us thy servants , Lord , expel Those ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.