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. Hatchard, 1836 |
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... thee I cry and yell : My God , my Lord , my lovely Lord alone , To thee I call , to thee I make my moan . And thou , good God , vouchsafe in grace to take This woful plaint Wherein I faint : - Oh , hear me then , for thy great mercy's ...
... thee I cry and yell : My God , my Lord , my lovely Lord alone , To thee I call , to thee I make my moan . And thou , good God , vouchsafe in grace to take This woful plaint Wherein I faint : - Oh , hear me then , for thy great mercy's ...
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... thee ; Creeping snails have weakest force , Fly their fault , lest thou repent thee : Good is best , when soonest wrought , Lingering labours come to nought . Hoist up sail while gale doth last , Tide and 20 ROBERT SOUTHWELL . Loss in ...
... thee ; Creeping snails have weakest force , Fly their fault , lest thou repent thee : Good is best , when soonest wrought , Lingering labours come to nought . Hoist up sail while gale doth last , Tide and 20 ROBERT SOUTHWELL . Loss in ...
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... thee from a quick decease ? O death , what draws thee from a present prey ? My feast is done , my soul would be at ease , My grace is said , O death , come , take away . 1 As lawful as it were easy to put in practice . I live but such a ...
... thee from a quick decease ? O death , what draws thee from a present prey ? My feast is done , my soul would be at ease , My grace is said , O death , come , take away . 1 As lawful as it were easy to put in practice . I live but such a ...
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... painful cries , Think that the very stones thy sins bewray , And now accuse thee with their sad replies , As heaven and earth shall in the latter day . Let former faults be fuel of the fire , For ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 31.
... painful cries , Think that the very stones thy sins bewray , And now accuse thee with their sad replies , As heaven and earth shall in the latter day . Let former faults be fuel of the fire , For ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 31.
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... in brass comest arm'd into the field , And thy huge spear of brass , of brass thy shield : I in the name of Israel's God alone , That more than mighty , that eternal One , Am come to meet thee , who bids not to 388 MICHAEL DRAYTON .
... in brass comest arm'd into the field , And thy huge spear of brass , of brass thy shield : I in the name of Israel's God alone , That more than mighty , that eternal One , Am come to meet thee , who bids not to 388 MICHAEL DRAYTON .
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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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Seite 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.
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 pictures be...
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
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 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...
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 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.
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...