Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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... hath hate , and climbyng tikelnesse ; ** Prece hath envie , and wele ‡‡ is blent oer all ; Savourss no more than the behoven shall ; Rede well thy selfe , that other folk canst rede ; And trouthe the shall deliver , ' tis no drede ...
... hath hate , and climbyng tikelnesse ; ** Prece hath envie , and wele ‡‡ is blent oer all ; Savourss no more than the behoven shall ; Rede well thy selfe , that other folk canst rede ; And trouthe the shall deliver , ' tis no drede ...
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... hath eche starre in heaven fixed , And geves the moone her hornes and her eclipsing , Alike hath made the noble in his working , So that wretched no way may thou bee , Except foule lust and vice doe conquer thee . All were it so thou ...
... hath eche starre in heaven fixed , And geves the moone her hornes and her eclipsing , Alike hath made the noble in his working , So that wretched no way may thou bee , Except foule lust and vice doe conquer thee . All were it so thou ...
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... hath trode , He must return to former place , He may not still remain abroad . Death hath in the earth a right , His power is great , it stretcheth far : No lord , no prince , can scape his might , No creature can his duty bar . The ...
... hath trode , He must return to former place , He may not still remain abroad . Death hath in the earth a right , His power is great , it stretcheth far : No lord , no prince , can scape his might , No creature can his duty bar . The ...
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... hath equal times to come and go ; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web ; No joy so great but runneth to an end , No hap so hard but may in fine amend . 66 Not always fall of leaf , nor ever spring ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 21 Times go ...
... hath equal times to come and go ; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web ; No joy so great but runneth to an end , No hap so hard but may in fine amend . 66 Not always fall of leaf , nor ever spring ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 21 Times go ...
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... hath some ; who most , hath never all . UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH . * Before my 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 ...
... hath some ; who most , hath never all . UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH . * Before my 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 ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...