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 2J. Hatchard, 1836 |
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... once poetry and divinity . Many of them are , in fact , admirable sermons , and require to be read with the like view , and the same pa- tience , docility , and humbleness . Neither is this a book which readers in general should attempt ...
... once poetry and divinity . Many of them are , in fact , admirable sermons , and require to be read with the like view , and the same pa- tience , docility , and humbleness . Neither is this a book which readers in general should attempt ...
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... once advanced , Now sin hath cast away . O thoughts , no thoughts but wounds , Some time the seat of joy ; Some time the store of quiet rest , But now of all annòy ! I sowed the soil of peace , My bliss was ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 25.
... once advanced , Now sin hath cast away . O thoughts , no thoughts but wounds , Some time the seat of joy ; Some time the store of quiet rest , But now of all annòy ! I sowed the soil of peace , My bliss was ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 25.
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... once respect the arms that thou dost bear . Slave , mark the earth whereon thou now dost stand , I'll make thy length to measure so much land , As thou liest grov'ling , and within this hour The birds and beasts thy carcass shall devour ...
... once respect the arms that thou dost bear . Slave , mark the earth whereon thou now dost stand , I'll make thy length to measure so much land , As thou liest grov'ling , and within this hour The birds and beasts thy carcass shall devour ...
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... once paid , That " consummatum est " was said : - And said by him , that said no more , But seal'd it with his sacred breath . Thou , then , that hast dispunged my score , And dying wast the death of death , Be to me now ( on thee I ...
... once paid , That " consummatum est " was said : - And said by him , that said no more , But seal'd it with his sacred breath . Thou , then , that hast dispunged my score , And dying wast the death of death , Be to me now ( on thee I ...
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... once favourite writer , the praise of a true and often a delightful poet ; nor will it surprise him , that more than is needful has been said on both points , in times which abound with readers more capable of relishing voluptuous ...
... once favourite writer , the praise of a true and often a delightful poet ; nor will it surprise him , that more than is needful has been said on both points , in times which abound with readers more capable of relishing voluptuous ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY angels beauty behold blessed bliss blood BORN breast breath bright canst clouds crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth ears earth eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flower foes FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON GEORGE GASCOIGNE glorious glory God's grace grave hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy honour hope immortal John Hatchard king labour let thy light live look Lord mercies MICHAEL DRAYTON mighty mind mortal muse ne'er night nought o'er pain pleasure poems poet poor praise rich RICHARD CRASHAW sacred shine sighs sight sing sins SIR EDWARD SHERBURNE sleep SONG OF PRAISE soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS DEKKER THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thou dost thou hast thought throne thyself true Twas unto virtue voice weep WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT wilt wings wouldst
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الصفحة 321 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
الصفحة 58 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so: For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be...
الصفحة 325 - And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity ; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense, A several sin to every sense, But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness. O how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track!
الصفحة 59 - Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
الصفحة 320 - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear; It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.
الصفحة 333 - I SAW Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, ^ All calm, as it was bright ; And round Beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov'd ; in which the world And all her train were hurl'd.
الصفحة 314 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
الصفحة 315 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When, God knows, I'm toss'd about, Either with despair, or doubt ; Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
الصفحة 58 - At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes, Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
الصفحة 324 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back — at that short space — Could see a glimpse of his bright face...