Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Volume 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 - Christianity |
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... thine ; Lift up to him thy heavy - clouded eyne , That thou this soveraine bounty maist behold , And read through love his mercies manifold . 1 Counsel . Begin from first where he incradled was In simple cratch 10 SPENSER ,
... thine ; Lift up to him thy heavy - clouded eyne , That thou this soveraine bounty maist behold , And read through love his mercies manifold . 1 Counsel . Begin from first where he incradled was In simple cratch 10 SPENSER ,
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... thine eternall truth , that I may show Some little beames to mortall eyes below Of that immortall Beautie , there with thee , Which in my weake distraughted mind I see ; - That with the glorie of so goodly sight The hearts of men ...
... thine eternall truth , that I may show Some little beames to mortall eyes below Of that immortall Beautie , there with thee , Which in my weake distraughted mind I see ; - That with the glorie of so goodly sight The hearts of men ...
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... , fire much more than air , And heaven than fire , appears more pure and fair . Looke thou no further , but affixe thine eye On that bright shinie round still moving masse , The house of blessed God , which men call skie 14 SPENSER .
... , fire much more than air , And heaven than fire , appears more pure and fair . Looke thou no further , but affixe thine eye On that bright shinie round still moving masse , The house of blessed God , which men call skie 14 SPENSER .
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... thine eyes , Clear'd from grosse mists of fraile infirmities . Humbled with feare and awfull reverence , Before the footestoole of his Majestie Throw thy selfe downe , with trembling innocence , Ne dare looke up with corruptible eye On ...
... thine eyes , Clear'd from grosse mists of fraile infirmities . Humbled with feare and awfull reverence , Before the footestoole of his Majestie Throw thy selfe downe , with trembling innocence , Ne dare looke up with corruptible eye On ...
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... thine , But thy whole image thou in man hast writ ; There cannot be a creature more divine , Except , like thee , it should be infinite : But it exceeds man's thought , to think how high God hath rais'd man , since God a man be- came ...
... thine , But thy whole image thou in man hast writ ; There cannot be a creature more divine , Except , like thee , it should be infinite : But it exceeds man's thought , to think how high God hath rais'd man , since God a man be- came ...
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Page 321 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Page 328 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Page 315 - It was the winter wild While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Page 253 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave ; And thou must die.
Page 320 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Page 318 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 327 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 236 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
Page 321 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Page 317 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.