The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold D. Appleton & Company, 1853 - 552 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 11
... hath mercy evermore at hand , His fountains flow , his springs do never stand ; And plenteously He loveth to redeem Such sinners all As on Him call , And faithfully his mercies most esteem . He will redeem our deadly , drooping state ...
... hath mercy evermore at hand , His fountains flow , his springs do never stand ; And plenteously He loveth to redeem Such sinners all As on Him call , And faithfully his mercies most esteem . He will redeem our deadly , drooping state ...
الصفحة 14
... hath their day , nor hath their bliss , an end , But there their timeless time in pleasure spend ; Nor ever should their happiness decay Had they not dared the Lord to disobey . But pride , impatient of long - resting peace , 14 EDMUND ...
... hath their day , nor hath their bliss , an end , But there their timeless time in pleasure spend ; Nor ever should their happiness decay Had they not dared the Lord to disobey . But pride , impatient of long - resting peace , 14 EDMUND ...
الصفحة 17
... hath left unto us free , Free that was thrall , and blessed that was banned , ' Nor aught demands but that we loving be , As He himself hath loved us aforehand , And bound thereto with an eternal band 1 Named . 2 Reward . • Cursed Him ...
... hath left unto us free , Free that was thrall , and blessed that was banned , ' Nor aught demands but that we loving be , As He himself hath loved us aforehand , And bound thereto with an eternal band 1 Named . 2 Reward . • Cursed Him ...
الصفحة 21
... hath given to her free , And to all those which thereof worthy be . None thereof worthy be but those whom she Vouchsafeth to her presence to receive , And letteth them her lovely face to see , Whereof such wondrous pleasures they ...
... hath given to her free , And to all those which thereof worthy be . None thereof worthy be but those whom she Vouchsafeth to her presence to receive , And letteth them her lovely face to see , Whereof such wondrous pleasures they ...
الصفحة 24
... hath his fortune in his breast . It is the mind that maketh good or ill , That maketh wretch ' or happy , rich or poor ; For some that hath abundance at his will , Hath not enough , but wants in greater store ; And other , that hath ...
... hath his fortune in his breast . It is the mind that maketh good or ill , That maketh wretch ' or happy , rich or poor ; For some that hath abundance at his will , Hath not enough , but wants in greater store ; And other , that hath ...
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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...