The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold D. Appleton & Company, 1853 - 552 páginas |
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... Unto the Lord , that sits in heaven on high , With hasty wing From me doth fling , And striveth still unto the Lord to fly . O Israel ! O household of the Lord ! O Abraham's sons ! O brood of blessed seed ! O chosen sheep , that love ...
... Unto the Lord , that sits in heaven on high , With hasty wing From me doth fling , And striveth still unto the Lord to fly . O Israel ! O household of the Lord ! O Abraham's sons ! O brood of blessed seed ! O chosen sheep , that love ...
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... unto thy heaven's height , Where I may see those admirable things Which there thou workest by thy sovereign might , Far above feeble reach of earthly sight , That I thereof an heavenly hymn may sing Unto the God of Love , high heaven's ...
... unto thy heaven's height , Where I may see those admirable things Which there thou workest by thy sovereign might , Far above feeble reach of earthly sight , That I thereof an heavenly hymn may sing Unto the God of Love , high heaven's ...
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... unto my thought , To tell the marvels by thy mercy wrought . Yet being pregnant still with powerful grace , And full ... unto them all one , For He his beams doth unto them extend , That darkness there appeareth never none ; Nor hath ...
... unto my thought , To tell the marvels by thy mercy wrought . Yet being pregnant still with powerful grace , And full ... unto them all one , For He his beams doth unto them extend , That darkness there appeareth never none ; Nor hath ...
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... unto all , Now seeing left a waste and empty place In his wide palace , through these angels ' fall , Cast to supply the same , and to install A new and unknown colony therein , Whose root from earth's base groundwork should begin ...
... unto all , Now seeing left a waste and empty place In his wide palace , through these angels ' fall , Cast to supply the same , and to install A new and unknown colony therein , Whose root from earth's base groundwork should begin ...
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... unto us free , Free that was thrall , and blessed that was banned , ' Nor aught demands but that we loving be , As He himself hath loved us aforehand , And bound thereto with an eternal band 1 Named . 2 Reward . • Cursed Him first to ...
... unto us free , Free that was thrall , and blessed that was banned , ' Nor aught demands but that we loving be , As He himself hath loved us aforehand , And bound thereto with an eternal band 1 Named . 2 Reward . • Cursed Him first to ...
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Otras ediciones - Ver todas
The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold Vista completa - 1849 |
The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold Vista completa - 1866 |
The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold Vista completa - 1849 |
Términos y frases comunes
adore angels beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES WESLEY clouds crown dark death deep delight didst Dies Ira divine dost doth dread dust dwell E'en earth Edom eternal fair fear flame flowers glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope hour HYMN immortal Isaac Williams King light live Lord mercy merry heart mighty mind morning mortal night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet praise prayer pride PSALM rest rise round sacred Sacred Poets shade shalt shine sigh sight sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring Stabat Mater stars stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice waves weep wings
Pasajes populares
Página 355 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Página 359 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Página 170 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 358 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things...
Página 275 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
Página 172 - 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.
Página 173 - 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.
Página 376 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Página 171 - Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep, Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good ; and, if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light...
Página 355 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...