Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... breast , From troubled sprite , which seldom taketh rest , From hope of heaven , from dread of darksome hell , O gracious God , to thee I cry and yell : My God , my Lord , my lovely Lord alone To thee I call , to thee I make my moan ...
... breast , From troubled sprite , which seldom taketh rest , From hope of heaven , from dread of darksome hell , O gracious God , to thee I cry and yell : My God , my Lord , my lovely Lord alone To thee I call , to thee I make my moan ...
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... breast ; Delights , adieu ! I harboured you too long . " CONTENT AND RICH . I DWELL in grace's courts , Enriched with virtue's rights ; Faith guides my wit , love leads my will , Hope all my mind delights . In lowly vales I mount To ...
... breast ; Delights , adieu ! I harboured you too long . " CONTENT AND RICH . I DWELL in grace's courts , Enriched with virtue's rights ; Faith guides my wit , love leads my will , Hope all my mind delights . In lowly vales I mount To ...
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... breast his blessed image bear . With all thy heart , with all thy soul and mind , Thou must Him love , and his behests embrace ; All other loves with which the world doth blind Weak fancies , and stir up affections base , Thou must ...
... breast his blessed image bear . With all thy heart , with all thy soul and mind , Thou must Him love , and his behests embrace ; All other loves with which the world doth blind Weak fancies , and stir up affections base , Thou must ...
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... breast some sparkling light Of thine eternal truth , that I may show Some little beams to mortal eyes below , Of that immortal Beauty , there with Thee , Which in my weak distraughted mind I see ; That with the glory of so goodly sight ...
... breast some sparkling light Of thine eternal truth , that I may show Some little beams to mortal eyes below , Of that immortal Beauty , there with Thee , Which in my weak distraughted mind I see ; That with the glory of so goodly sight ...
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... breast . It is the mind that maketh good or ill , That maketh wretch 16 or happy , rich or poor ; For some that hath abundance at his will , Hath not enough , but wants in greater store ; And other , that hath little , asks no more But ...
... breast . It is the mind that maketh good or ill , That maketh wretch 16 or happy , rich or poor ; For some that hath abundance at his will , Hath not enough , but wants in greater store ; And other , that hath little , asks no more But ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY adore angels arched magazines beams beauty behold blessed bliss blood born breast breath bright clouds Corpus Christi College creeping song crown dark death delight didst divine dost doth dread e'en earth EDMUND WALLER eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER glorious glory golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour humble HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy Midian mighty mind mortal night o'er pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet praise proud PSALM rage rest rich rise round sacred shade shalt shine showers sighs sight sing skies song sorrow soul spirit spring stars streams sweet tears Thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD Thou Thou art thought thousand throne thunder unto voice waves wind wings wonders
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Seite 247 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Seite 204 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Seite 244 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Seite 250 - O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Seite 137 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Seite 245 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep...
Seite 172 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Seite 25 - Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Seite 270 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Seite 138 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train...