Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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... wings From this base world unto thy heaven's height , Where I may see those admirable things Which there thou workest by thy sovereign might , Far above feeble reach of earthly sight , That I thereof an heavenly hymn may sing , Unto the ...
... wings From this base world unto thy heaven's height , Where I may see those admirable things Which there thou workest by thy sovereign might , Far above feeble reach of earthly sight , That I thereof an heavenly hymn may sing , Unto the ...
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... wings About that mighty bound which doth embrace The rolling sphere , and parts their hours by space , That high eternal Power , which now doth move In all these things , moved in itself by love . It loved itself , because itself was ...
... wings About that mighty bound which doth embrace The rolling sphere , and parts their hours by space , That high eternal Power , which now doth move In all these things , moved in itself by love . It loved itself , because itself was ...
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... wings to cut the skies , When He them on his messages doth send , Or on his own dread presence to attend , Where they behold the glory of his light , And carol hymns of love both day and night . Both day and night is unto them all one ...
... wings to cut the skies , When He them on his messages doth send , Or on his own dread presence to attend , Where they behold the glory of his light , And carol hymns of love both day and night . Both day and night is unto them all one ...
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... wings . Yet under heaven she cannot light on aught That with her heavenly nature doth agree ; She cannot rest , she cannot fix her thought , She cannot in this world contented be . For who did ever yet in honour , wealth , Or pleasure ...
... wings . Yet under heaven she cannot light on aught That with her heavenly nature doth agree ; She cannot rest , she cannot fix her thought , She cannot in this world contented be . For who did ever yet in honour , wealth , Or pleasure ...
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... wings did make . Wit , seeking truth , from cause to cause ascends , And never rests till it the first attain : Will , seeking good , finds many middle ends ; But never stays till it the last do gain . Now God the truth and first of ...
... wings did make . Wit , seeking truth , from cause to cause ascends , And never rests till it the first attain : Will , seeking good , finds many middle ends ; But never stays till it the last do gain . Now God the truth and first of ...
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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...