Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... grace to take This woful plaint Wherein I faint ; Oh ! hear me , then , for thy great mercy's sake . Oh ! bend thine ears attentively to hear , Oh ! turn thine eyes , behold me how I wail , Oh ! hearken , Lord , give ear for mine avail ...
... grace to take This woful plaint Wherein I faint ; Oh ! hear me , then , for thy great mercy's sake . Oh ! bend thine ears attentively to hear , Oh ! turn thine eyes , behold me how I wail , Oh ! hearken , Lord , give ear for mine avail ...
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... the horror of this fearful quire Consists the music of this doleful place ; All pleasant birds their tunes from thence retire , Where none but heavy notes have any grace . Resort there is of none but pilgrim - wights That.
... the horror of this fearful quire Consists the music of this doleful place ; All pleasant birds their tunes from thence retire , Where none but heavy notes have any grace . Resort there is of none but pilgrim - wights That.
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... grace's courts , Enriched with virtue's rights ; Faith guides my wit , love leads my will , Hope all my mind delights . In lowly vales I mount To pleasure's highest pitch , My silly shroud 3 sure honour brings , My poor estate is rich ...
... grace's courts , Enriched with virtue's rights ; Faith guides my wit , love leads my will , Hope all my mind delights . In lowly vales I mount To pleasure's highest pitch , My silly shroud 3 sure honour brings , My poor estate is rich ...
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... grace affordeth health . I clip high - climbing thoughts , The wings of swelling pride : Their fate is worst , that from the height Of greater honour slide . Silk sails of largest size The storm doth soonest tear : I bear so low and ...
... grace affordeth health . I clip high - climbing thoughts , The wings of swelling pride : Their fate is worst , that from the height Of greater honour slide . Silk sails of largest size The storm doth soonest tear : I bear so low and ...
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... grace and wisdom true , Vouchsafe to shed into my barren sprite Some little drop of thy celestial dew , That may my rhymes with sweet infuse imbrue , And give me words equal unto my thought , To tell the marvels by thy mercy wrought ...
... grace and wisdom true , Vouchsafe to shed into my barren sprite Some little drop of thy celestial dew , That may my rhymes with sweet infuse imbrue , And give me words equal unto my thought , To tell the marvels by thy mercy wrought ...
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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...