English sacred poetry, of the sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, selected and ed. by R.A. WillmottRobert Eldridge Aris Willmott 1862 |
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... pleasure spend ; Nor ever should their happiness decay , Had they not dared their Lord to disobey . But pride , impatient of long resting peace , Did puff them up with greedy bold ambition , That they ' gan cast their state how to ...
... pleasure spend ; Nor ever should their happiness decay , Had they not dared their Lord to disobey . But pride , impatient of long resting peace , Did puff them up with greedy bold ambition , That they ' gan cast their state how to ...
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... pleasures moil , Unmindful of that dearest Lord of thine ; Lift up to Him thy heavy - clouded eyne That thou this sovreign bounty maist behold , And read through love His mercies manifold . Begin from first where He encradled was On ...
... pleasures moil , Unmindful of that dearest Lord of thine ; Lift up to Him thy heavy - clouded eyne That thou this sovreign bounty maist behold , And read through love His mercies manifold . Begin from first where He encradled was On ...
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... pleasure , what delight , I embrace Thy precepts right , Whereunto all love I plight . Then will I , with either hand , Clasp the rules of Thy command ; There my study still shall stand , Striving them to understand . Countess of ...
... pleasure , what delight , I embrace Thy precepts right , Whereunto all love I plight . Then will I , with either hand , Clasp the rules of Thy command ; There my study still shall stand , Striving them to understand . Countess of ...
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... pleasure took ; And on the mountain Partheny , Upon the crystal liquid brook , The Muses met him every day , And taught him sing , to write , and say . When he descended down the mount , His personage seem'd most divine ; A thousand ...
... pleasure took ; And on the mountain Partheny , Upon the crystal liquid brook , The Muses met him every day , And taught him sing , to write , and say . When he descended down the mount , His personage seem'd most divine ; A thousand ...
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... pleasure , then from thee much more must flow , And soonest our best men with thee do go , Rest of their bones , and soul's delivery . Thou art slave to fate , chance , kings , and desperate men , And dost with poison , war , and ...
... pleasure , then from thee much more must flow , And soonest our best men with thee do go , Rest of their bones , and soul's delivery . Thou art slave to fate , chance , kings , and desperate men , And dost with poison , war , and ...
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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 dear death deep DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dost doth dream dust earth earthly eternal face fair faith Father fear flowers glorious glory God's golden GOLDEN BOUGH grace grave grief hand Harrison Weir hast hath heart Heaven heavenly HENRY VAUGHAN hill holy hope hour HYMN J. D. Watson life's light LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS live look Lord meek mercy mind morn mountains murmur night o'er pain peace PENATES poison'd praise prayer PRAYER OF SOLOMON rest rise round sacred shade shadows fall shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit spring stars STEPHEN'S DAY sweet tears tell thee thine things Thou art thought thro Twas unto Vex'd voice winds wings wonder
Pasajes populares
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 215 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 233 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, 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,...
Página 101 - 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. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.
Página 28 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it— Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Página 102 - 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 dispels...
Página 167 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Página 101 - Air, and ye Elements the eldest birth Of Nature's Womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual Circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Página 362 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Página 358 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...