The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold D. Appleton & Company, 1853 - 552 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 23
... pure beams all perfect beauty springs , That kindleth love in every godly sprite , Even the love of God , which loathing brings Of this vile world and these gay - seeming things ; With whose sweet pleasures being so possessed , Thy ...
... pure beams all perfect beauty springs , That kindleth love in every godly sprite , Even the love of God , which loathing brings Of this vile world and these gay - seeming things ; With whose sweet pleasures being so possessed , Thy ...
الصفحة 30
... pure clay ; Honor , the darling but of one short day ; Beauty , the eye's idol , a damasked skin ; State , but a golden prison to live in , And torture free - born minds ; embroidered trains , Merely but pageants for proud swelling ...
... pure clay ; Honor , the darling but of one short day ; Beauty , the eye's idol , a damasked skin ; State , but a golden prison to live in , And torture free - born minds ; embroidered trains , Merely but pageants for proud swelling ...
الصفحة 31
... pure thoughts , welcome , ye silent groves , These guests , these courts , my soul most dearly loves : Now the winged people of the sky shall sing My cheerful anthems to the gladsome Spring ; A prayer - book now shall be my looking ...
... pure thoughts , welcome , ye silent groves , These guests , these courts , my soul most dearly loves : Now the winged people of the sky shall sing My cheerful anthems to the gladsome Spring ; A prayer - book now shall be my looking ...
الصفحة 38
... pure , Since with her sins her beauties blotted were , Doth of all sights her own sight least endure : For e'en at first reflection she espies Such strange chimeras , and such monsters there , Such toys , such antics , and such vanities ...
... pure , Since with her sins her beauties blotted were , Doth of all sights her own sight least endure : For e'en at first reflection she espies Such strange chimeras , and such monsters there , Such toys , such antics , and such vanities ...
الصفحة 55
... pure , so perfect , fine , As ' tis not radiant , but divine ; And , so disdaining any tryer , " Tis got where it can try the fire . There , high exalted in the sphere , As it another nature were , It moveth all , and makes a flight As ...
... pure , so perfect , fine , As ' tis not radiant , but divine ; And , so disdaining any tryer , " Tis got where it can try the fire . There , high exalted in the sphere , As it another nature were , It moveth all , and makes a flight As ...
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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...