Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Volume 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... that , " says he , " you could not go into the coun- try , but you might hear the ploughman at his See the well - known epistle of Pliny to Trajan . hallelujahs , the mower at his hymns , and the xviii INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
... that , " says he , " you could not go into the coun- try , but you might hear the ploughman at his See the well - known epistle of Pliny to Trajan . hallelujahs , the mower at his hymns , and the xviii INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
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... hear such heavenly notes and carolings Of God's high praise , that fills the brazen sky , And feel such joy and pleasure inwardly , That maketh them all worldly cares forget , And only think on that before them set . Ne from thenceforth ...
... hear such heavenly notes and carolings Of God's high praise , that fills the brazen sky , And feel such joy and pleasure inwardly , That maketh them all worldly cares forget , And only think on that before them set . Ne from thenceforth ...
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... hears to be , If she be woo'd but by ambassador , Or but his letters , or his picture , see ; For well she knows , that when she shall be brought Into the kingdom where her spouse doth reign ; Her eyes shall see what she conceiv'd in ...
... hears to be , If she be woo'd but by ambassador , Or but his letters , or his picture , see ; For well she knows , that when she shall be brought Into the kingdom where her spouse doth reign ; Her eyes shall see what she conceiv'd in ...
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... hears them talking of religion then , And vowing of their souls to ev'ry saint ? When was there ever cursed atheist brought Unto the gibbet , but he did adore That blessed Pow'r , which he had set at naught , Scorn'd and blasphemed all ...
... hears them talking of religion then , And vowing of their souls to ev'ry saint ? When was there ever cursed atheist brought Unto the gibbet , but he did adore That blessed Pow'r , which he had set at naught , Scorn'd and blasphemed all ...
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... hear my cries ; Illuminate mine eyes ; Lest with exhausted breath I ever sleep in death ; Lest my insulting foe Boast in my overthrow ; And those who would destroy , In my subversion joy . But I , thou ever just , Will in thy mercy ...
... hear my cries ; Illuminate mine eyes ; Lest with exhausted breath I ever sleep in death ; Lest my insulting foe Boast in my overthrow ; And those who would destroy , In my subversion joy . But I , thou ever just , Will in thy mercy ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
angels art thou beams beauty behold blessed blind bliss blood breast breath bright canst Christ clouds creatures crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth drest dust earth Edom Eridan eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fear fire flaming flesh flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand hath head heart heav'n heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour Introductory Essay Jeremy Taylor John Hatchard King light live lively coloured look Lord man's mercy mind never night pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet poor pow'r praise PSALM rest Rickerby sacred shame shine sighs sight sing sins SIR JOHN DAVIES sleep songs sorrow soul spirits spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought thousand throne thyself tongue unto verse weep wind wings wound wretched
Passagens conhecidas
Página 321 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 320 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 236 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
Página 321 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Página 317 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.