Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, المجلد 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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الصفحة 64
... weep for Saul ; Lament his fall : Who fed you with the earth's increase , And crown'd with peace : With robes of Tyrian purple deck'd , And gems which sparkling light reflect . How are thy worthies by the sword Of war devour'd ! O ...
... weep for Saul ; Lament his fall : Who fed you with the earth's increase , And crown'd with peace : With robes of Tyrian purple deck'd , And gems which sparkling light reflect . How are thy worthies by the sword Of war devour'd ! O ...
الصفحة 106
... weeping her cursed state ; And her before a hasty river fled , Which her blind eyes with faithful penance fed , And , all about , the grass with tears hung down his head . Her eyes , though blind abroad , at home kept fast , Inwards ...
... weeping her cursed state ; And her before a hasty river fled , Which her blind eyes with faithful penance fed , And , all about , the grass with tears hung down his head . Her eyes , though blind abroad , at home kept fast , Inwards ...
الصفحة 108
... joy to see a sinner weep , Oh let not Justice ' iron sceptre break A heart already broke ; that low doth creep , And with prone humblesse her feet's dust doth sweep . Must all go by desert ? is nothing free ? 108 GILES FLETCHER .
... joy to see a sinner weep , Oh let not Justice ' iron sceptre break A heart already broke ; that low doth creep , And with prone humblesse her feet's dust doth sweep . Must all go by desert ? is nothing free ? 108 GILES FLETCHER .
الصفحة 139
... weeping to the strand . So may we oft a vent'rous father see , To please his wanton son , his only joy , Coast all about , to catch the roving bee , And , stung himself , his busy hands employ To save the honey for the gamesome boy ; Or ...
... weeping to the strand . So may we oft a vent'rous father see , To please his wanton son , his only joy , Coast all about , to catch the roving bee , And , stung himself , his busy hands employ To save the honey for the gamesome boy ; Or ...
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... weeping for this cursed deed . " The life , the which I once did love , I leave ; The love , in which I once did live , I loathe ; I hate the light , that did my light bereave : Both love and life , I do despise you both . O , that one ...
... weeping for this cursed deed . " The life , the which I once did love , I leave ; The love , in which I once did live , I loathe ; I hate the light , that did my light bereave : Both love and life , I do despise you both . O , that one ...
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angels art thou beams beauty behold blessed blind bliss blood breast breath bright canst Christ clouds creatures crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth drest dust earth Edom Eridan eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fear fire flaming flesh flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand hath head heart heav'n heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour Introductory Essay Jeremy Taylor John Hatchard King light live lively coloured look Lord man's mercy mind never night pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet poor pow'r praise PSALM rest Rickerby sacred shame shine sighs sight sing sins SIR JOHN DAVIES sleep songs sorrow soul spirits spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought thousand throne thyself tongue unto verse weep wind wings wound wretched
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الصفحة 321 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
الصفحة 328 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
الصفحة 315 - It was the winter wild While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
الصفحة 253 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave ; And thou must die.
الصفحة 320 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
الصفحة 318 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
الصفحة 327 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
الصفحة 236 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
الصفحة 321 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
الصفحة 317 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.