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, Zväzok 1J. Rickerby, 1836 |
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Strana 10
... thine ; Lift up to him thy heavy - clouded eyne , That thou this soveraine bounty maist behold , And read through love his mercies manifold . ' Counsel . Begin from first where he incradled was In simple cratch 10 SPENSER ,
... thine ; Lift up to him thy heavy - clouded eyne , That thou this soveraine bounty maist behold , And read through love his mercies manifold . ' Counsel . Begin from first where he incradled was In simple cratch 10 SPENSER ,
Strana 13
... thine eternall truth , that I may show Some little beames to mortall eyes below Of that immortall Beautie , there with thee , Which in my weake distraughted mind I see ; - That with the glorie of so goodly sight The hearts of men ...
... thine eternall truth , that I may show Some little beames to mortall eyes below Of that immortall Beautie , there with thee , Which in my weake distraughted mind I see ; - That with the glorie of so goodly sight The hearts of men ...
Strana 14
... , fire much more than air , And heaven than fire , appears more pure and fair . Looke thou no further , but affixe thine eye On that bright shinie round still moving masse , The house of blessed God , which men call skie 14 SPENSER .
... , fire much more than air , And heaven than fire , appears more pure and fair . Looke thou no further , but affixe thine eye On that bright shinie round still moving masse , The house of blessed God , which men call skie 14 SPENSER .
Strana 18
... thine eyes , Clear'd from grosse mists of fraile infirmities . Humbled with feare and aw full reverence , Before the footestoole of his Majestie Throw thy selfe downe , with trembling innocence , Ne dare looke up with corruptible eye On ...
... thine eyes , Clear'd from grosse mists of fraile infirmities . Humbled with feare and aw full reverence , Before the footestoole of his Majestie Throw thy selfe downe , with trembling innocence , Ne dare looke up with corruptible eye On ...
Strana 34
... thine , But thy whole image thou in man hast writ ; There cannot be a creature more divine , Except , like thee , it should be infinite : But it exceeds man's thought , to think how high God hath rais'd man , since God a man be- came ...
... thine , But thy whole image thou in man hast writ ; There cannot be a creature more divine , Except , like thee , it should be infinite : But it exceeds man's thought , to think how high God hath rais'd man , since God a man be- came ...
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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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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.