Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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... face . Whose magnificence is incomprehensible , Al arguments of reason which far doth excede , Whose deity doutles is indivisible , From whom al goodnes and vertue doth procede , Of thy support al creatures have nede ; Assist me , good ...
... face . Whose magnificence is incomprehensible , Al arguments of reason which far doth excede , Whose deity doutles is indivisible , From whom al goodnes and vertue doth procede , Of thy support al creatures have nede ; Assist me , good ...
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... face the picture hangs , That daily should put me in mind Of those cold qualms and bitter pangs That shortly I am like to find ; But yet , alas ! full little I Do think hereon , that I must die . I often look upon a face Most ugly ...
... face the picture hangs , That daily should put me in mind Of those cold qualms and bitter pangs That shortly I am like to find ; But yet , alas ! full little I Do think hereon , that I must die . I often look upon a face Most ugly ...
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... face , most beautiful and fair , Endued with wisdom , riches heavenly rare . Such He him made , that he resemble might Himself , as mortal thing immortal could ; Him to be lord of every living wight He made by love out of his own like ...
... face , most beautiful and fair , Endued with wisdom , riches heavenly rare . Such He him made , that he resemble might Himself , as mortal thing immortal could ; Him to be lord of every living wight He made by love out of his own like ...
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... face , Eternal King of Glory , Lord of Might , Meek Lamb of God , before all worlds behight , How can we Thee requite for all this good ? Or what can prize that thy most precious blood ? Yet nought thou ask'st in lieu of all this love ...
... face , Eternal King of Glory , Lord of Might , Meek Lamb of God , before all worlds behight , How can we Thee requite for all this good ? Or what can prize that thy most precious blood ? Yet nought thou ask'st in lieu of all this love ...
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... face , that all thy spirits shall fill With sweet enragement of celestial love , Kindled through sight of those fair things above . MINISTRATION OF ANGELS . And is there care in heaven ? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these ...
... face , that all thy spirits shall fill With sweet enragement of celestial love , Kindled through sight of those fair things above . MINISTRATION OF ANGELS . And is there care in heaven ? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY amongst angels Anthony à Wood beauty behold Ben Jonson blessed blest bliss born breath bright Cambridge Christ Church clouds College comfort dark death delight died divine dost doth Earl earth eternal eyes Faerie Queene faith father favour fear fire flames Fletcher flowers Francis FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS QUARLES Giles Fletcher give glorious glory grace grave Hagthorpe happy hath heart heaven heavenly holy holy orders honour humble HYMN John Joshua Sylvester King light live London Lord mercy mind morning muse never Nicholas Breton night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER poem poet poetical poetry praise prayer Prince published Quarles Queen rise sacred shine sing SIR JOHN BEAUMONT sleep song soul Spenser stars Sweet Spirit Tell Thee ther thine things THOMAS THOMAS BEEDOME thou art thought throne thyself unto verse voice Whilst WILLIAM LITHGOW wings Wotton
Popular passages
Page 320 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; 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; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 322 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 370 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Page 322 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 320 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 56 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Page 320 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 327 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Page 270 - Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 164 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...