English Sacred Poetry of the Sixteenth, Seventeenth, Eighteenth, and Nineteenth CenturiesRobert Aris Willmott Routledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1863 - 387 páginas |
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... songs of CRASHAW and HERBERT . Nor is the elevation of thought , so conspicuous in our elder literature , commonly noticeable in the modern . Along the high argument of SPENSER the spiritual ear is braced , as the traveller loses his ...
... songs of CRASHAW and HERBERT . Nor is the elevation of thought , so conspicuous in our elder literature , commonly noticeable in the modern . Along the high argument of SPENSER the spiritual ear is braced , as the traveller loses his ...
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... song , That love and honour might agree , And that pure love will do no wrong . Sweet saints , it is no sin , or blame , To love a man of virtuous name . Did never love so sweetly breathe In any mortal breast before : Did never Muse ...
... song , That love and honour might agree , And that pure love will do no wrong . Sweet saints , it is no sin , or blame , To love a man of virtuous name . Did never love so sweetly breathe In any mortal breast before : Did never Muse ...
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... song was " Woe ! and well away ! - What torments here I do sustain ! " A new mishap did her dismay , Which more and more increased her pain . An ugly creature , all in black , Ran to her seat , and flung her down , Who rent her garments ...
... song was " Woe ! and well away ! - What torments here I do sustain ! " A new mishap did her dismay , Which more and more increased her pain . An ugly creature , all in black , Ran to her seat , and flung her down , Who rent her garments ...
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... tents and houses luminous ; All their eternal day in songs employing , Joying their end , without end of their joying , While their Almighty Prince destruction is destroying . HOME OF THE BLESSED . Full , yet without satiety 56.
... tents and houses luminous ; All their eternal day in songs employing , Joying their end , without end of their joying , While their Almighty Prince destruction is destroying . HOME OF THE BLESSED . Full , yet without satiety 56.
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... songs And choral symphonies , day without night Circle His throne rejoicing ; ye in Heaven , On earth join all ye creatures ... song , resound His praise , who out of darkness called up light . Air , and ye elements , the eldest birth Of ...
... songs And choral symphonies , day without night Circle His throne rejoicing ; ye in Heaven , On earth join all ye creatures ... song , resound His praise , who out of darkness called up light . Air , and ye elements , the eldest birth Of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Angels beams beauty behold beneath bless blest breast breath bright brow cheerful clouds cold crown dark dead death deep DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB dost doth dread dreams dust dwell earth earthly Ebenezer Elliot Edmund Cartwright ELEGY WRITTEN eternal fair faith fear flowers George Crabbe gloom glorious glory grace grave grief hand Harrison Weir hast hath heart Heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour HYMN J. D. Watson life's light live look Lord mind morn mountains night o'er pain peace PENATES praise prayer PRAYER OF SOLOMON rest rise round sacred shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit spring stars STEPHEN'S DAY storm sweet tears tell tempest Thee thine things Thomas Chatterton Thomas Warton Thou art thought thro tomb Twas unto Vex'd voice wave winds wings wonder
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Página 27 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Página 233 - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Página 178 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 182 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 101 - These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ; who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 102 - His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. 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.
Página 68 - 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...
Página 102 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Página 252 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Página 326 - BY Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.