The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold D. Appleton & Company, 1853 - 552 من الصفحات |
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... hast of mercy store , Thou not delight'st to see a sinner fall , Thou hearkenest first , before we come to call , Thine ears are set wide open evermore , Before we knock thou comest to the door ; Thou art more prest to hear a sinner cry ...
... hast of mercy store , Thou not delight'st to see a sinner fall , Thou hearkenest first , before we come to call , Thine ears are set wide open evermore , Before we knock thou comest to the door ; Thou art more prest to hear a sinner cry ...
الصفحة 22
... hast fed On idle fancies of thy foolish thought , And , with false beauties ' flattering bait misled , Hast after vain deceitful shadows sought , Which all are fled , and now have left thee naught But late repentance , through thy ...
... hast fed On idle fancies of thy foolish thought , And , with false beauties ' flattering bait misled , Hast after vain deceitful shadows sought , Which all are fled , and now have left thee naught But late repentance , through thy ...
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... hast boldly trod , Is most select and hallowed unto me : " The righteous Abraham for his God me knew , Isaac and Jacob trusted in my name , And did believe my covenant was true , Which to their seed shall propagate the same . " My folk ...
... hast boldly trod , Is most select and hallowed unto me : " The righteous Abraham for his God me knew , Isaac and Jacob trusted in my name , And did believe my covenant was true , Which to their seed shall propagate the same . " My folk ...
الصفحة 42
... hast fashioned twice this soul of ours , So that she is by double title thine , Thou only knowest her nature and her powers ; Her subtle form Thou only canst define . To judge herself , she must herself transcend , As greater circles ...
... hast fashioned twice this soul of ours , So that she is by double title thine , Thou only knowest her nature and her powers ; Her subtle form Thou only canst define . To judge herself , she must herself transcend , As greater circles ...
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... hast thou there ? What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest ? Look in thy soul , and thou shalt beauties find , Like those which drowned Narcissus in the flood ; Honor and pleasure both are in thy mind , And all that in the world is ...
... hast thou there ? What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest ? Look in thy soul , and thou shalt beauties find , Like those which drowned Narcissus in the flood ; Honor and pleasure both are in thy mind , And all that in the world is ...
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adore angels beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES WESLEY clouds crown dark death deep delight didst Dies Ira divine dost doth dread dust dwell E'en earth Edom eternal fair fear flame flowers glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope hour HYMN immortal Isaac Williams King light live Lord mercy merry heart mighty mind morning mortal night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet praise prayer pride PSALM rest rise round sacred Sacred Poets shade shalt shine sigh sight sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring Stabat Mater stars stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice waves weep wings
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الصفحة 355 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
الصفحة 359 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
الصفحة 170 - 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.
الصفحة 358 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things...
الصفحة 275 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
الصفحة 172 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
الصفحة 173 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
الصفحة 376 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
الصفحة 171 - 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...
الصفحة 355 - 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...