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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... unto us , O Lord . " - David 196 • • " The Grave is mine House . " - Job " Night showeth Knowledge . " - David 198 • 199 • " Praise the Lord from the Heavens . " - David 201 • " I will consider my Years . " " Teach me Thy way . " " He ...
... unto us , O Lord . " - David 196 • • " The Grave is mine House . " - Job " Night showeth Knowledge . " - David 198 • 199 • " Praise the Lord from the Heavens . " - David 201 • " I will consider my Years . " " Teach me Thy way . " " He ...
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... Unto which joys for to attain God grant us all his grace , And send us , after worldly pain , In heaven to have a place ; Where we may still enjoy that light Which never shall decay : Lord , for thy mercy , lend us might To see that ...
... Unto which joys for to attain God grant us all his grace , And send us , after worldly pain , In heaven to have a place ; Where we may still enjoy that light Which never shall decay : Lord , for thy mercy , lend us might To see that ...
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... Unto thy pains or pleasures past , Add this one labour yet , Ere sleep close up thine eyes too fast , Do not thy God forget . But search within thy secret thought , What deeds did thee befal ; And if thou find amiss in aught , To God ...
... Unto thy pains or pleasures past , Add this one labour yet , Ere sleep close up thine eyes too fast , Do not thy God forget . But search within thy secret thought , What deeds did thee befal ; And if thou find amiss in aught , To God ...
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... for base contempt , Too low for envy's shot . My wishes are but few , All easy to fulfil : I make the limits of my power The bounds unto my will . I have no hopes but one , Which is of 18 ROBERT SOUTHWELL . Content and Rich.
... for base contempt , Too low for envy's shot . My wishes are but few , All easy to fulfil : I make the limits of my power The bounds unto my will . I have no hopes but one , Which is of 18 ROBERT SOUTHWELL . Content and Rich.
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... turn a late enraged foe Unto a quiet friend ; And taught with often proof , A tempered calm I find To be most solace to itself , Best cure for angry mind . Spare diet is my fare , My clothes more fit C 2 ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 19.
... turn a late enraged foe Unto a quiet friend ; And taught with often proof , A tempered calm I find To be most solace to itself , Best cure for angry mind . Spare diet is my fare , My clothes more fit C 2 ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 19.
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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...