Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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الصفحة 20
... doth a crocké ‡‡‡ with a walle ; Demeth§§§ thy selfe , that demeth others dede ; And trouthe the shall deliver , ' tis no drede . That the is sent , receve in buxomnesse ; |||||| The wrastlyng of this worlde asketh a fall ; Here is no ...
... doth a crocké ‡‡‡ with a walle ; Demeth§§§ thy selfe , that demeth others dede ; And trouthe the shall deliver , ' tis no drede . That the is sent , receve in buxomnesse ; |||||| The wrastlyng of this worlde asketh a fall ; Here is no ...
الصفحة 22
... doth excede , Whose deity doutles is indivisible , From whom al goodnes and vertue doth procede , Of thy support al creatures have nede ; Assist me , good Lorde , and graunt me of thy grace To live to thy pleasure in word , thought ...
... doth excede , Whose deity doutles is indivisible , From whom al goodnes and vertue doth procede , Of thy support al creatures have nede ; Assist me , good Lorde , and graunt me of thy grace To live to thy pleasure in word , thought ...
الصفحة 24
... doth oft renue ; The fire that all things eke consumeth clene , May hurt and heale : then if that this be true , I trust some time my harm may be my health , Sins every woe is joynéd with some wealth . HE RULETH NOT , THOUGH HE REIGNE ...
... doth oft renue ; The fire that all things eke consumeth clene , May hurt and heale : then if that this be true , I trust some time my harm may be my health , Sins every woe is joynéd with some wealth . HE RULETH NOT , THOUGH HE REIGNE ...
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... doth vanish away : And nothing to count on , so sure to trust , As sure of death , and to turne to the dust . The lands and the riches that here we possesse , Be none of our owne if a God we professe : But lent us of Him , as his talent ...
... doth vanish away : And nothing to count on , so sure to trust , As sure of death , and to turne to the dust . The lands and the riches that here we possesse , Be none of our owne if a God we professe : But lent us of Him , as his talent ...
الصفحة 28
... pain . The civil law doth bid restore That thou hast taken up of trust : Thy life is lent ; thou must therefore Repay , except thou be unjust . This life is like a pointed race , To the. 28 HALF - HOURS WITH OUR SACRED POETS .
... pain . The civil law doth bid restore That thou hast taken up of trust : Thy life is lent ; thou must therefore Repay , except thou be unjust . This life is like a pointed race , To the. 28 HALF - HOURS WITH OUR SACRED POETS .
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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...