Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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الصفحة 32
... eternal day : The saddest birds a season find to sing , The roughest storm a calm may soon allay . Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all , That man may hope to rise , yet fear to fall . A chance may win that by mischance was lost ...
... eternal day : The saddest birds a season find to sing , The roughest storm a calm may soon allay . Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all , That man may hope to rise , yet fear to fall . A chance may win that by mischance was lost ...
الصفحة 48
... eternal Power , which now doth move In all these things , moved in itself by love . It loved itself , because itself was fair ( For fair is loved ) , and of itself begot , Like to itself , his eldest Son and Heir , Eternal , pure and ...
... eternal Power , which now doth move In all these things , moved in itself by love . It loved itself , because itself was fair ( For fair is loved ) , and of itself begot , Like to itself , his eldest Son and Heir , Eternal , pure and ...
الصفحة 49
... eternal fount of love and grace , Still floweth from his goodness unto all , Now , seeing left a waste and empty place In his wide palace , through those angels ' fall , Cast to supply the same , and to install A new unknowén colony ...
... eternal fount of love and grace , Still floweth from his goodness unto all , Now , seeing left a waste and empty place In his wide palace , through those angels ' fall , Cast to supply the same , and to install A new unknowén colony ...
الصفحة 50
... eternal bliss , In which He reignéd with his glorious Sire , He down descended , like a most demyss And abject thrall , in flesh's frail attire , That He for him might pay sin's deadly hire , And him restore unto that happy state In ...
... eternal bliss , In which He reignéd with his glorious Sire , He down descended , like a most demyss And abject thrall , in flesh's frail attire , That He for him might pay sin's deadly hire , And him restore unto that happy state In ...
الصفحة 51
... Eternal King of Glory , Lord of Might , Meek Lamb of God , before all worlds behight , How can we Thee requite for all this good ? Or what can prize that thy most precious blood ? Yet nought thou ask'st in lieu of all this love , But ...
... Eternal King of Glory , Lord of Might , Meek Lamb of God , before all worlds behight , How can we Thee requite for all this good ? Or what can prize that thy most precious blood ? Yet nought thou ask'st in lieu of all this love , But ...
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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...