The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold D. Appleton & Company, 1853 - 552 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 36
... spread , Is now become a sparkle , which doth lie Under the ashes , half extinct and dead : How can we hope that through the eye and ear This dying sparkle , in this cloudy place , Can recollect these beams of knowledge clear , Which ...
... spread , Is now become a sparkle , which doth lie Under the ashes , half extinct and dead : How can we hope that through the eye and ear This dying sparkle , in this cloudy place , Can recollect these beams of knowledge clear , Which ...
الصفحة 38
... spread outwardly , Not seeing itself , when other things it sees ? No , doubtless ; for the mind can backward cast Upon herself her understanding's light ; But she is so corrupt and so defaced , " As her own image doth herself affright ...
... spread outwardly , Not seeing itself , when other things it sees ? No , doubtless ; for the mind can backward cast Upon herself her understanding's light ; But she is so corrupt and so defaced , " As her own image doth herself affright ...
الصفحة 42
... the regions of my brain , Where my soul sits , doth spread such beams of grace , As now methinks I do distinguish plain Each subtle line of her immortal face . The soul a substance and a spirit is , Which 42 SIR JOHN DAVIES .
... the regions of my brain , Where my soul sits , doth spread such beams of grace , As now methinks I do distinguish plain Each subtle line of her immortal face . The soul a substance and a spirit is , Which 42 SIR JOHN DAVIES .
الصفحة 58
... spreading form extend Thy dwarfish stature . Thou thyself art pain , Greedy , intense desire ; and the keen edge Of thy fierce appetite oft strangles thee , And cuts thy slender thread ; but still the terror And apprehension of thy ...
... spreading form extend Thy dwarfish stature . Thou thyself art pain , Greedy , intense desire ; and the keen edge Of thy fierce appetite oft strangles thee , And cuts thy slender thread ; but still the terror And apprehension of thy ...
الصفحة 83
... spread , And , blasted , scarce now shows what it hath been . Therefore , as doth the pilgrim , whom the night Hastes darkly to imprison on his way , Think on thy home , my soul , and think aright Of what's yet left of life's wasting ...
... spread , And , blasted , scarce now shows what it hath been . Therefore , as doth the pilgrim , whom the night Hastes darkly to imprison on his way , Think on thy home , my soul , and think aright Of what's yet left of life's wasting ...
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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...