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... hast sucke 1 CR . 105 , Christ the Vine including the branches ) 106. Verily I say unto you . Ye shall weep and lament 101 ΙΟΙ G 102 CR 102 107. Christ the good Shepherd B. CL 103 108. On the wounds of the crucified Lord CR . , G. 104 ...
... hast sucke 1 CR . 105 , Christ the Vine including the branches ) 106. Verily I say unto you . Ye shall weep and lament 101 ΙΟΙ G 102 CR 102 107. Christ the good Shepherd B. CL 103 108. On the wounds of the crucified Lord CR . , G. 104 ...
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... hast Thou said , being angry at my sinne , Darest thou desire the teates My food lyes in ? I will not , oh I dare not , golden Child ; My mind from feare is not so farre exild : But one , even one poore drop I doe implore From Thy right ...
... hast Thou said , being angry at my sinne , Darest thou desire the teates My food lyes in ? I will not , oh I dare not , golden Child ; My mind from feare is not so farre exild : But one , even one poore drop I doe implore From Thy right ...
Page xxxv
... hast Thou said , being angry at my sinne , Darest thou desire the teates My food lyes in ? I will not , oh I dare not , golden Child ; My mind from feare is not so farre exild : But one , even one poore drop I doe implore From Thy right ...
... hast Thou said , being angry at my sinne , Darest thou desire the teates My food lyes in ? I will not , oh I dare not , golden Child ; My mind from feare is not so farre exild : But one , even one poore drop I doe implore From Thy right ...
Page lxxxiv
... hast away ; How bright a dawne of angels with new light Amor'd the midnight world , and made a Day Of which the Morning knew not , ' literally in Marino : He sees the quiet shades and the dark Horrors of the happy , holy Night Smitten ...
... hast away ; How bright a dawne of angels with new light Amor'd the midnight world , and made a Day Of which the Morning knew not , ' literally in Marino : He sees the quiet shades and the dark Horrors of the happy , holy Night Smitten ...
Page lxxxv
... but a flaming fall , Literally in Marino : O wretched Angel , once fairer than light . How thou hast lost thy primeval splendour ! VOL . II . a 12 Thou shalt have from the eternal Requiter Deserved punishment for POETRY OF CRASHAW . lxxxv.
... but a flaming fall , Literally in Marino : O wretched Angel , once fairer than light . How thou hast lost thy primeval splendour ! VOL . II . a 12 Thou shalt have from the eternal Requiter Deserved punishment for POETRY OF CRASHAW . lxxxv.
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ABRAHAM COWLEY Alexander Chalmers Amor Barksdale beauty blest brow Christ Christum coelo Countess of Denbigh Deus Dies Irae divine dost Ecce edition enim Epigrammata Sacra Epigrams erat ergo erit eyes fear fides flame fuit habet haec hast heaven holy Hymn illa ille illi Inque ipsa ipse ista istis Jesus Joan lacryma Lany look Lord Market Weighton Master matris Matt mihi mother neque Newnham Paddox Nicholas Ferrar nimis nisi Nulla Nunc o'er oculos pater Poet Poetry printer's ornament Priscianus puer quae quam quid quis quod quoque renders Richard Crashaw RICHARD WILTON satis scilicet shining sinus sorrow staret suum sweet tamen tantum tears thee thine thou tibi Translations tuis tuum tuus umbra unda venit verse VERSION Victor Hugo Vpon vulnera Weeper West Dereham words wounds
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Page 20 - That the saying of Esaias the prophet might be fulfilled, which he spake, Lord, who hath believed our report? and to whom hath the arm of the LORD been revealed?
Page ix - And the Lord said, Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you, as wheat: but I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not ; and when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren.
Page xciii - TWO WENT UP INTO THE TEMPLE TO PRAY Two went to pray? O rather say, One went to brag, th' other to pray. One stands up close, and treads on high, Where th' other dares not send his eye.
Page liv - THE TEMPLE TO PRAY.' Two went to pray? O, rather say, One went to brag, the other to pray; One stands up close and treads on high, Where the other dares not lend his eye; One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Page lviii - As I stole nearer, Invited by the melody, I saw This youth, this fair-faced youth, upon his lute, With strains of strange variety and harmony, Proclaiming, as it seemed, so bold a challenge To the clear choristers of the woods, the birds. That, as they flocked about him, all stood silent, Wondering at what they heard.
Page lix - Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect practice : To end the controversy, in a rapture Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly, So many voluntaries, and so quick, That there was curiosity and cunning, Concord in discord, lines of differing method Meeting in one full centre of delight.
Page xlix - All that regards design, form, fable, (which is the soul of poetry,) all that concerns exactness, or consent of parts, (which is the body,) will probably be wanting ; only pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse, (which are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry,) may be found in these verses.
Page xxii - There he lodged under Tertullian's roof of angels; there he made his nest more gladly than David's swallow near the house of God; where like a primitive saint, he offered more prayers in the night than others usually offer in the day ; there he penned these poems, steps for happy souls to climb heaven by.
Page xlix - I take this poet to have writ like a gentleman, that is at leisure hours, and more to keep out of idleness than to establish a reputation; so that nothing regular or just can be expected from him.
Page xxiv - Loves his death, and dies again, And would for ever so be slain. And lives, and dies ; and knows not why To live, but that he thus may never leave to die.