Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of Giles Fletcher's Christ's Victory and Triumph; with Copious Selections from Spenser, Davies, Sandys [and Others] With an Introductory Essay and Critical Remarks, المجلد 1J. Rickerby, 1836 |
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الصفحة vii
... higher faculties of the mind to which they are unaccus- tomed , and which they therefore decline with dis- gust . The active worldly man , on the other hand , 429727 who bounds his aims and desires to the acquisition of.
... higher faculties of the mind to which they are unaccus- tomed , and which they therefore decline with dis- gust . The active worldly man , on the other hand , 429727 who bounds his aims and desires to the acquisition of.
الصفحة viii
... desires to the acquisition of wealth and power , -perceiving that the pursuit of these is not advanced , but rather moderated and checked , by the ingenuous discipline of the muses , looks upon it with suspicion or contempt . Now , in ...
... desires to the acquisition of wealth and power , -perceiving that the pursuit of these is not advanced , but rather moderated and checked , by the ingenuous discipline of the muses , looks upon it with suspicion or contempt . Now , in ...
الصفحة xxvi
... desire for its acceptableness with the public , attends the dismissal of this vo- lume from the press . It is hoped , that many 6 wearied and distressed soldiers of the Cross will find here refreshing " honey upon the ground , " by ...
... desire for its acceptableness with the public , attends the dismissal of this vo- lume from the press . It is hoped , that many 6 wearied and distressed soldiers of the Cross will find here refreshing " honey upon the ground , " by ...
الصفحة 3
... desire To read my fault , and , wondering at my flame , To warm yourselves at my wide sparkling fire , Sith ' now that heat is quenched , quench my blame , And in her ashes shroud my dying shame ; For who my passed follies now pursues ...
... desire To read my fault , and , wondering at my flame , To warm yourselves at my wide sparkling fire , Sith ' now that heat is quenched , quench my blame , And in her ashes shroud my dying shame ; For who my passed follies now pursues ...
الصفحة 12
... desire Of his dear self , that shall thy feeble brest Inflame with love , and set thee all on fire With burning zeale , through every part entire , That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight , But in his sweet and amiable sight ...
... desire Of his dear self , that shall thy feeble brest Inflame with love , and set thee all on fire With burning zeale , through every part entire , That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight , But in his sweet and amiable sight ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM angels beams beauty behold blessed blind bliss blood breast breath bright canst CHIG clouds creatures crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth dust earth Engravings eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fear fire flaming flesh flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE VIRTUE GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief ground hand hath head heart heav'n heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour HYMN King light live lively coloured look Lord man's mercy mind N. P. WILLIS never night PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet poor pow'r praise PSALM rest RICHARD BAXTER sacred seek shame shine sighs sight sing sins sleep songs sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought thousand throne thyself tongue UNIV unto verse weep WILLIAM BEATTIE wind wings wound wretched
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الصفحة 328 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
الصفحة 253 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave ; And thou must die.
الصفحة 318 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
الصفحة 327 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
الصفحة 317 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
الصفحة 319 - Yea, Truth and Justice then Will down return to men, Orb'd in a rainbow ; and, like glories wearing, Mercy will sit between, Thron'd in celestial sheen, With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering; And Heaven, as at some festival, Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.
الصفحة 327 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
الصفحة 326 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
الصفحة 315 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun her lusty paramour.
الصفحة 180 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.