Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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الصفحة v
... JOHN SKELTON A Prayer SIR THOMAS WYAT 23 24 25 25 27 27 28 28 932 22 2 * * *** 8 8 8 10 88 2 30 31 32 That Pleasure is mixed with every Paine He Ruleth not , though he Reigne over Realmes , that is Subject to his own Lustes THOMAS ...
... JOHN SKELTON A Prayer SIR THOMAS WYAT 23 24 25 25 27 27 28 28 932 22 2 * * *** 8 8 8 10 88 2 30 31 32 That Pleasure is mixed with every Paine He Ruleth not , though he Reigne over Realmes , that is Subject to his own Lustes THOMAS ...
الصفحة vi
... JOHN DAVIES That the Soul is Immortal , Proved by Several Reasons B. N. The Decision JOHN DONNE , D.D. Holy Sonnets · · A Hymn to God the Father W. A. A Christmas Carol HENRY PEACHAM Penitentia Humilibus dat Gratiam WILLIAM ALEXANDER ...
... JOHN DAVIES That the Soul is Immortal , Proved by Several Reasons B. N. The Decision JOHN DONNE , D.D. Holy Sonnets · · A Hymn to God the Father W. A. A Christmas Carol HENRY PEACHAM Penitentia Humilibus dat Gratiam WILLIAM ALEXANDER ...
الصفحة vii
... JOHN BEAUMONT An Ode of the Blessed Trinity FRANCIS BEAUMONT On the Tombs in Westminster PHINEAS FLETCHER Decay of Earthly Greatness Bliss and Glory of the Ransomed ROBERT HERRICK • Litany to the Holy Spirit 110 112 115 • 116 118 119 ...
... JOHN BEAUMONT An Ode of the Blessed Trinity FRANCIS BEAUMONT On the Tombs in Westminster PHINEAS FLETCHER Decay of Earthly Greatness Bliss and Glory of the Ransomed ROBERT HERRICK • Litany to the Holy Spirit 110 112 115 • 116 118 119 ...
الصفحة viii
... JOHN QUARLES 190 Divine Ejaculations 191 JOHN MILTON 192 On the Morning of Christ's Nativity 194 • Sonnet on his own Blindness 201 JOSEPH ADDISON Morning Hymn in Paradise THOMAS BEEDOME Come Lord : Come Quickly On Eternity HENRY VAUGHAN ...
... JOHN QUARLES 190 Divine Ejaculations 191 JOHN MILTON 192 On the Morning of Christ's Nativity 194 • Sonnet on his own Blindness 201 JOSEPH ADDISON Morning Hymn in Paradise THOMAS BEEDOME Come Lord : Come Quickly On Eternity HENRY VAUGHAN ...
الصفحة ix
... JOHN SKELTON A Prayer SIR THOMAS WYAT That Pleasure is mixed with every Paine He Ruleth not , though he Reigne over Realmes , that is Subject to his own Lustes THOMAS TUSSER A Description of Life and Riches Posies for thine owne Bed ...
... JOHN SKELTON A Prayer SIR THOMAS WYAT That Pleasure is mixed with every Paine He Ruleth not , though he Reigne over Realmes , that is Subject to his own Lustes THOMAS TUSSER A Description of Life and Riches Posies for thine owne Bed ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ABRAHAM COWLEY amongst angels Anthony à Wood beauty behold Ben Jonson blessed blest bliss born breath bright Cambridge Christ Church clouds College comfort dark death delight died divine dost doth Earl earth eternal eyes Faerie Queene faith father favour fear fire flames Fletcher flowers Francis FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS QUARLES Giles Fletcher give glorious glory grace grave Hagthorpe happy hath heart heaven heavenly holy holy orders honour humble HYMN John Joshua Sylvester King light live London Lord mercy mind morning muse never Nicholas Breton night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER poem poet poetical poetry praise prayer Prince published Quarles Queen rise sacred shine sing SIR JOHN BEAUMONT sleep song soul Spenser stars Sweet Spirit Tell Thee ther thine things THOMAS THOMAS BEEDOME thou art thought throne thyself unto verse voice Whilst WILLIAM LITHGOW wings Wotton
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 320 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; 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; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
الصفحة 322 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
الصفحة 370 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
الصفحة 322 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
الصفحة 320 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
الصفحة 56 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
الصفحة 320 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
الصفحة 327 - 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!
الصفحة 270 - Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
الصفحة 164 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...