Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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... stars enstalled , some stand , some stray , All sparks of his great power ( though small yet bright ) , By what none utter can , no , not conceive , All of his greatness , shadows may perceive . What glorious lights through crystal ...
... stars enstalled , some stand , some stray , All sparks of his great power ( though small yet bright ) , By what none utter can , no , not conceive , All of his greatness , shadows may perceive . What glorious lights through crystal ...
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... star of day . The flood a throne her reared Of waves , most like that heaven Where beaming stars in glory turn ensphered : The air stood calm and clear , No sigh by winds was given ; Birds left to sing , herds feed , her voice to hear ...
... star of day . The flood a throne her reared Of waves , most like that heaven Where beaming stars in glory turn ensphered : The air stood calm and clear , No sigh by winds was given ; Birds left to sing , herds feed , her voice to hear ...
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... stars ; but they Said , " We obey The God thou seek'st . " I asked what eye or ear Could see or hear ; What in the world I might descry or know , Above , below : With an unanimous voice all these things said , " We are not God , but we ...
... stars ; but they Said , " We obey The God thou seek'st . " I asked what eye or ear Could see or hear ; What in the world I might descry or know , Above , below : With an unanimous voice all these things said , " We are not God , but we ...
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... stars , the singing angels shot To earth , and heaven awakéd all his eyes , To see another sun at midnight rise On earth ? was ever sight of pareil fame ; For God before man like Himself did frame , But God himself now like a mortal man ...
... stars , the singing angels shot To earth , and heaven awakéd all his eyes , To see another sun at midnight rise On earth ? was ever sight of pareil fame ; For God before man like Himself did frame , But God himself now like a mortal man ...
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... stars did pave , And little pearls for dust it seemed to have , On which soft streaming manna , like pure snow , .did wave . In midst of this city celestial , Where the eternal temple should have rose , Lightened the Idea Beatifical ...
... stars did pave , And little pearls for dust it seemed to have , On which soft streaming manna , like pure snow , .did wave . In midst of this city celestial , Where the eternal temple should have rose , Lightened the Idea Beatifical ...
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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...