The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold |
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... died in a religious , calm , and happy frame of mind , in 1577. The writings of Gascoigne are more the result of observation than of creative genius . For the age in which he lived , the verse is uncommonly smooth , flowing , and ...
... died in a religious , calm , and happy frame of mind , in 1577. The writings of Gascoigne are more the result of observation than of creative genius . For the age in which he lived , the verse is uncommonly smooth , flowing , and ...
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... died shortly after , it is said of a broken heart , in 1599 ; and was buried , by his own desire , near the tomb of Chaucer , in Westminster Abbey . Spenser himself de- scribes his great poem , " The Fairy Queen , " in a letter to Sir ...
... died shortly after , it is said of a broken heart , in 1599 ; and was buried , by his own desire , near the tomb of Chaucer , in Westminster Abbey . Spenser himself de- scribes his great poem , " The Fairy Queen , " in a letter to Sir ...
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... dying pain . Till that great Lord of Love , which him at first Made of mere love and after liked well , Seeing him lie like creature long accursed In that deep horror of despairing hell , Him wretch in dole would let no longer dwell ...
... dying pain . Till that great Lord of Love , which him at first Made of mere love and after liked well , Seeing him lie like creature long accursed In that deep horror of despairing hell , Him wretch in dole would let no longer dwell ...
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... died in 1631 . MOSES MEETING THE DAUGHTERS OF JETHRO . To Midian now his pilgrimage he took , Midian , earth's only paradise for pleasures ; Where many a soft rill , many a sliding brook , Through the sweet valleys trip in wanton ...
... died in 1631 . MOSES MEETING THE DAUGHTERS OF JETHRO . To Midian now his pilgrimage he took , Midian , earth's only paradise for pleasures ; Where many a soft rill , many a sliding brook , Through the sweet valleys trip in wanton ...
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... died in 1640 . FAREWELL TO THE VANITIES OF THE WORLD . FAREWELL , ye gilded follies , pleasing troubles ; Farewell , ye honored rags , ye glorious bubbles ; Fame's but a hollow echo ; gold , pure clay ; Honor , the darling but of one ...
... died in 1640 . FAREWELL TO THE VANITIES OF THE WORLD . FAREWELL , ye gilded follies , pleasing troubles ; Farewell , ye honored rags , ye glorious bubbles ; Fame's but a hollow echo ; gold , pure clay ; Honor , the darling but of one ...
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adore angels beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES WESLEY clouds crown dark death deep delight didst Dies Ira divine dost doth dread dust dwell E'en earth Edom eternal fair fear flame flowers glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope hour HYMN immortal Isaac Williams King light live Lord mercy merry heart mighty mind morning mortal night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet praise prayer pride PSALM rest rise round sacred Sacred Poets shade shalt shine sigh sight sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring Stabat Mater stars stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice waves weep wings
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Page 355 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Page 359 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Page 170 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 358 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things...
Page 275 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
Page 172 - 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 173 - 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 376 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Page 171 - Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep, Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good ; and, if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light...
Page 355 - 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...