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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الصفحة xvii
... voice to which the Creator has imparted its share of tuneableness , adapting it in humble strains to sing his praise , that fitly may be lifted up in the chorus of archangels . Unreasonable were it to la- ment that all poets have not ...
... voice to which the Creator has imparted its share of tuneableness , adapting it in humble strains to sing his praise , that fitly may be lifted up in the chorus of archangels . Unreasonable were it to la- ment that all poets have not ...
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... voice , now cheer your heart , Come , help me now to sing : Each willing wight , come , bear a part , To praise the heavenly King . And you whom care in prison keeps , Or sickness doth suppress , Or secret sorrow breaks your sleeps , Or ...
... voice , now cheer your heart , Come , help me now to sing : Each willing wight , come , bear a part , To praise the heavenly King . And you whom care in prison keeps , Or sickness doth suppress , Or secret sorrow breaks your sleeps , Or ...
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... voice , Which render God his praises meet , And teach us to rejoice : And as they more esteem that mirth Than dread the night's annoy , So must we deem our days on earth But hell , to heavenly joy . Unto which joys for to attain God ...
... voice , Which render God his praises meet , And teach us to rejoice : And as they more esteem that mirth Than dread the night's annoy , So must we deem our days on earth But hell , to heavenly joy . Unto which joys for to attain God ...
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... voice , Which hath no choice But evermore upon thy name to call . If thou , good Lord , shouldst take thy rod in hand , If thou regard what sins are daily done , If thou take hold where we our works begun , If thou decree in judgment ...
... voice , Which hath no choice But evermore upon thy name to call . If thou , good Lord , shouldst take thy rod in hand , If thou regard what sins are daily done , If thou take hold where we our works begun , If thou decree in judgment ...
الصفحة 104
... things divine to speak , Thy thoughts awhile from urgent cares restrain , And with a cheerful voice thy wonted silence break . No cold shall thee benumb , Nor darkness taint thy 104 SIR JOHN BEAUMONT . Ode on the Blessed Trinity.
... things divine to speak , Thy thoughts awhile from urgent cares restrain , And with a cheerful voice thy wonted silence break . No cold shall thee benumb , Nor darkness taint thy 104 SIR JOHN BEAUMONT . Ode on the Blessed Trinity.
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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...