Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... leave to grow . In Haman's pomp poor Mardocheus wept , Yet God did turn his fate upon his foe : The lazar pined while Dives ' feast was kept , Yet he to heaven , to hell did Dives go . We trample grass , and prize the flowers of May ...
... leave to grow . In Haman's pomp poor Mardocheus wept , Yet God did turn his fate upon his foe : The lazar pined while Dives ' feast was kept , Yet he to heaven , to hell did Dives go . We trample grass , and prize the flowers of May ...
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... Leave to bethink how great that beauty is , Whose utmost parts so beautiful I find ; How much more those essential parts of his , His truth , his love , his wisdom , and his bliss , His grace , his doom , his mercy , and his might , By ...
... Leave to bethink how great that beauty is , Whose utmost parts so beautiful I find ; How much more those essential parts of his , His truth , his love , his wisdom , and his bliss , His grace , his doom , his mercy , and his might , By ...
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... And all his works with mercy doth embrace , That blessed angels He sends to and fro To serve to wicked men , to serve his wicked foe ! 15 Proof . How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come 24 EDMUND SPENSER . 24.
... And all his works with mercy doth embrace , That blessed angels He sends to and fro To serve to wicked men , to serve his wicked foe ! 15 Proof . How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come 24 EDMUND SPENSER . 24.
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Gems Richard Cattermole. How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us , that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies , like flying pursuivant , Against foul fiends to aid us ...
Gems Richard Cattermole. How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us , that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies , like flying pursuivant , Against foul fiends to aid us ...
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... leaves became . On this dead Justice , she , the living Law , Bowing herself with a majestic awe , All heaven , to hear her speech , did into silence draw . " Dread Lord of Spirits ! well Thou didst devise To fling the world's rude ...
... leaves became . On this dead Justice , she , the living Law , Bowing herself with a majestic awe , All heaven , to hear her speech , did into silence draw . " Dread Lord of Spirits ! well Thou didst devise To fling the world's rude ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY adore angels arched magazines beams beauty behold blessed bliss blood born breast breath bright clouds Corpus Christi College creeping song crown dark death delight didst divine dost doth dread e'en earth EDMUND WALLER eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER glorious glory golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour humble HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy Midian mighty mind mortal night o'er pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet praise proud PSALM rage rest rich rise round sacred shade shalt shine showers sighs sight sing skies song sorrow soul spirit spring stars streams sweet tears Thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD Thou Thou art thought thousand throne thunder unto voice waves wind wings wonders
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Page 247 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 204 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Page 244 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Page 250 - O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Page 137 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Page 245 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep...
Page 172 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Page 25 - Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Page 270 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Page 138 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train...