The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold |
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... by his might , According to an heavenly pattern wrought , Which He had fashioned in his wise foresight , He man did make , and breathed a living sprite Degenerating . Into his face most beautiful and fair , Endued with EDMUND SPENSER . 15.
... by his might , According to an heavenly pattern wrought , Which He had fashioned in his wise foresight , He man did make , and breathed a living sprite Degenerating . Into his face most beautiful and fair , Endued with EDMUND SPENSER . 15.
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For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold. Into his face most beautiful and fair , Endued with wisdom's riches , heavenly , rare . Such He him made , that he resemble might Himself as mortal thing immortal could ; Him to be lord of every ...
For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold. Into his face most beautiful and fair , Endued with wisdom's riches , heavenly , rare . Such He him made , that he resemble might Himself as mortal thing immortal could ; Him to be lord of every ...
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... face , Eternal King of Glory , Lord of Might , Meek Lamb of God before all worlds belight , ' How can we thee requite for all this good ? Or what can prize that thy most precious blood ? Yet naught thou ask'st in lieu of all this love ...
... face , Eternal King of Glory , Lord of Might , Meek Lamb of God before all worlds belight , ' How can we thee requite for all this good ? Or what can prize that thy most precious blood ? Yet naught thou ask'st in lieu of all this love ...
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... face , that all thy spirit shall fill With sweet enragement of celestial love , Kindled through sight of those fair things above . FROM THE HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY . BUT whoso may , thrice happy man him hold , Of all on earth , whom God ...
... face , that all thy spirit shall fill With sweet enragement of celestial love , Kindled through sight of those fair things above . FROM THE HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY . BUT whoso may , thrice happy man him hold , Of all on earth , whom God ...
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... face , Through the calm cincture of the amorous shade : Till now it nighed the noon - stead of the day , When scorching heat the gadding herds do grieve , When shepherds now , and herdsmen every way , Their thirsting cattle to the ...
... face , Through the calm cincture of the amorous shade : Till now it nighed the noon - stead of the day , When scorching heat the gadding herds do grieve , When shepherds now , and herdsmen every way , Their thirsting cattle to the ...
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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...