English Sacred Poetry of the Olden TimeLewis Borrett White Contains English religious poetry from the 14th to the 17th centuries. |
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... sound Of the triumphant shout of praise , that crowned The flaming Lamb , breaking through heaven hath passage found . Out leap the antique patriarchs all in haste , To see the powers of hell in triumph led , And with small stars a ...
... sound Of the triumphant shout of praise , that crowned The flaming Lamb , breaking through heaven hath passage found . Out leap the antique patriarchs all in haste , To see the powers of hell in triumph led , And with small stars a ...
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... sound by wounds , and rising by his fall . VERSION OF PSALM CXXX . FROM the deeps of grief and fear , O Lord ! to Thee my soul repairs : From Thy heaven bow down Thine ear ; Let Thy mercy meet my prayers . Oh if Thou mark'st What's done ...
... sound by wounds , and rising by his fall . VERSION OF PSALM CXXX . FROM the deeps of grief and fear , O Lord ! to Thee my soul repairs : From Thy heaven bow down Thine ear ; Let Thy mercy meet my prayers . Oh if Thou mark'st What's done ...
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... sound of glory ringing in our ears ; Without , our shame ; within , our consciences ; Angels and grace , eternal hopes and fears . Yet all these fences and their whole array One cunning bosom - sin blows quite away ! PEACE . SWEET Peace ...
... sound of glory ringing in our ears ; Without , our shame ; within , our consciences ; Angels and grace , eternal hopes and fears . Yet all these fences and their whole array One cunning bosom - sin blows quite away ! PEACE . SWEET Peace ...
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... sounds of in - brought war Within our confines be not heard : Continue also here Thy Word , And make us thankful , we Thee pray , The pestilence , dearth , and the sword , Have been so long withheld away . And as we heedfully observe ...
... sounds of in - brought war Within our confines be not heard : Continue also here Thy Word , And make us thankful , we Thee pray , The pestilence , dearth , and the sword , Have been so long withheld away . And as we heedfully observe ...
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... Sound we God Almighty's praise ; Hither bring in one consent , Heart , and voice , and instrument : Music add of every kind , Sound the trump , the cornet wind ; Strike the viol , touch the lute , Let no tongue nor string be mute ; Nor ...
... Sound we God Almighty's praise ; Hither bring in one consent , Heart , and voice , and instrument : Music add of every kind , Sound the trump , the cornet wind ; Strike the viol , touch the lute , Let no tongue nor string be mute ; Nor ...
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angels ANNE ASKEW beams beauty behold blessed blind bliss blood BORN A.D. breath bright Christ church creatures crown dark dear death delight didst DIED A.D. divine doth dust E'en earth Edmund Spenser Emblems eternal EXETER CATHEDRAL faith fear Fire of London flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES fruit GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER give glorious glory God's grave hand hath heart heaven heavenly hell holy honour humble HUMPHREY GIFFORD HYMN Isaac Walton JACOB'S PILLOW JAMES SHIRLEY King let thy light live London look Lord mercy nectar drink never night pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet poetry praise pray prayers rest sacred saints Saviour shine sight sing sins sleep song soul spirit stars sweet taste Tell Thee Thine things Thou art Thou dost thou hast thought Thrice happy throne Thy grace Thy presence thyself truth unto vanity wings
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Page 63 - 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.
Page 59 - Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand ! Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
Page 63 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Page 64 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 177 - And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice. With cedars chosen by His hand From Lebanon He stores the land; And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore.
Page 86 - A guest, I answer'd, worthy to be here : Love said, You shall be he. I, the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on thee.
Page v - Teaching over the whole book of sanctity and virtue, through all the instances of example, with such delight to those especially of soft and delicious temper, who will not so much as look upon truth herself, unless they see her elegantly...
Page 86 - I the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah my dear, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I ? Truth, Lord, but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve. And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame ? My dear, then I will serve.
Page 86 - THE merry world did on a day With his train-bands and mates agree To meet together, where I lay, And all in sport to jeer at me. First, Beauty crept into a rose ; Which when I pluckt not, Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Page 60 - Tell charity of coldness. Tell law it is contention. And as they do reply. So give them still the lie. Tell fortune of her blindness, Tell nature of decay, Tell friendship of unkindness, Tell justice of delay. And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie.