Half-hours with our sacred poets [an anthology] ed. by A.H. Grant1863 |
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... written in a Country Churchyard . • 265 CHARLES WESLEY 269 Refuge of the Soul 269 Longing for a Renewed Heart 271 Wrestling Jacob 272 CHRISTOPHER SMART Prayer , Penitence , and Faith of David : THOMAS CHATTERTON The Resignation AUGUSTUS ...
... written in a Country Churchyard . • 265 CHARLES WESLEY 269 Refuge of the Soul 269 Longing for a Renewed Heart 271 Wrestling Jacob 272 CHRISTOPHER SMART Prayer , Penitence , and Faith of David : THOMAS CHATTERTON The Resignation AUGUSTUS ...
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... Written in the Churchyard of Richmond , York- shire 301 · REGINALD HEBER , D.D. 306 Epiphany 309 Missionary Hymn 310 Hope for the Dead 311 ROBERT POLLOK 311 Happiness 312 Nature 315 " The Sea gave up the Dead ' 315 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ...
... Written in the Churchyard of Richmond , York- shire 301 · REGINALD HEBER , D.D. 306 Epiphany 309 Missionary Hymn 310 Hope for the Dead 311 ROBERT POLLOK 311 Happiness 312 Nature 315 " The Sea gave up the Dead ' 315 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ...
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... Written in a Highland Glen HENRY HART MILMAN , D.D. Prayer of Miriam The Second Advent Hymn of the Captive Jews JOHN MOULTRIE My Three Sons JOHN KEBLE The Offertory 344 · 346 • 347 · 348 349 351 353 354 355 358 360 361 Evening 363 ...
... Written in a Highland Glen HENRY HART MILMAN , D.D. Prayer of Miriam The Second Advent Hymn of the Captive Jews JOHN MOULTRIE My Three Sons JOHN KEBLE The Offertory 344 · 346 • 347 · 348 349 351 353 354 355 358 360 361 Evening 363 ...
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... written at eighteen , he speaks of him- self as " Philogenet of Cambridge , clerk ; " and from this it is inferred that he studied at that University . On the other hand , Anthony à Wood , in his account of Thomas Richard , incidentally ...
... written at eighteen , he speaks of him- self as " Philogenet of Cambridge , clerk ; " and from this it is inferred that he studied at that University . On the other hand , Anthony à Wood , in his account of Thomas Richard , incidentally ...
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... writing , that justly doth say , How long we shall have it , a yeare or a day : But leeve it we must ( howsoever we leeve ) When Atrop shall pluck us from thence by the sleeve To death we must stoope , be we hie , be we low , But how ...
... writing , that justly doth say , How long we shall have it , a yeare or a day : But leeve it we must ( howsoever we leeve ) When Atrop shall pluck us from thence by the sleeve To death we must stoope , be we hie , be we low , But how ...
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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...