Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... heart to still ; Thy pensive thoughts and dumps of thy desire , And vapour tears up to thy eyes at will . Let tears to tunes , and pains to plaints be prest , And let this be the burthen of thy song : " Come , deep remorse , possess my ...
... heart to still ; Thy pensive thoughts and dumps of thy desire , And vapour tears up to thy eyes at will . Let tears to tunes , and pains to plaints be prest , And let this be the burthen of thy song : " Come , deep remorse , possess my ...
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... heart , that feels no pain , Empierced be with pitiful remorse ; And let thy bowels bleed in every vein At sight of his most sacred heavenly corse , So torn and mangled with malicious force ; And let thy soul , whose sins and sorrows ...
... heart , that feels no pain , Empierced be with pitiful remorse ; And let thy bowels bleed in every vein At sight of his most sacred heavenly corse , So torn and mangled with malicious force ; And let thy soul , whose sins and sorrows ...
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... heart , all rent and tore , Though wounded by itself , I gladly would restore . He was but dust : why feared he not to fall ? And being fallen , why should he fear to die ? Cannot the hand that made him first restore him ? Depraved of ...
... heart , all rent and tore , Though wounded by itself , I gladly would restore . He was but dust : why feared he not to fall ? And being fallen , why should he fear to die ? Cannot the hand that made him first restore him ? Depraved of ...
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... heart of hell , So she above the moon amid the stars would dwell . Her tent with sunny clouds was ceiled aloft , And so exceeding shone with a false light , That heaven itself to her it seemed oft , Heaven without clouds to her deluded ...
... heart of hell , So she above the moon amid the stars would dwell . Her tent with sunny clouds was ceiled aloft , And so exceeding shone with a false light , That heaven itself to her it seemed oft , Heaven without clouds to her deluded ...
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... heart ! So Philomel , perched on an aspen sprig , Weeps all the night her lost virginity , And sings her sad tale to the merry twig That dances at such joyful misery ; Nor ever lets sweet rest invade her eye ; But , leaning on a thorn ...
... heart ! So Philomel , perched on an aspen sprig , Weeps all the night her lost virginity , And sings her sad tale to the merry twig That dances at such joyful misery ; Nor ever lets sweet rest invade her eye ; But , leaning on a thorn ...
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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...