English Sacred Poetry of the Sixteenth, Seventeenth, Eighteenth, and Nineteenth CenturiesRobert Aris Willmott |
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... shall mercy find , that mercy shews to few ? What worse despair , than loth to die , for fear to go to hell ? What greater faith than trust in God , through Christ in heaven to dwell ? Same . REMEMBER . To die , dame Nature did man frame 2.
... shall mercy find , that mercy shews to few ? What worse despair , than loth to die , for fear to go to hell ? What greater faith than trust in God , through Christ in heaven to dwell ? Same . REMEMBER . To die , dame Nature did man frame 2.
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Robert Aris Willmott. REMEMBER . To die , dame Nature did man frame ; Death is a thing most perfect sure : We ought not Nature's works to blame ; She made no thing still to endure . That law she made when we were born , That hence we ...
Robert Aris Willmott. REMEMBER . To die , dame Nature did man frame ; Death is a thing most perfect sure : We ought not Nature's works to blame ; She made no thing still to endure . That law she made when we were born , That hence we ...
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Robert Aris Willmott. THE LIE . Tell Fortune of her blindness ; tell Nature of decay : Tell Friendship of unkindness ; tell Justice of delay : And if they will reply , then give them all the lie . Tell Faith it's fled the City ; tell how ...
Robert Aris Willmott. THE LIE . Tell Fortune of her blindness ; tell Nature of decay : Tell Friendship of unkindness ; tell Justice of delay : And if they will reply , then give them all the lie . Tell Faith it's fled the City ; tell how ...
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... d Always within itself doth burn . Thus everything that Nature wrought Within itself his hurt doth bear : No outward harm need to be sought Where enemies be within so near . A SIGH . WHERE all day long in helpless cares 15.
... d Always within itself doth burn . Thus everything that Nature wrought Within itself his hurt doth bear : No outward harm need to be sought Where enemies be within so near . A SIGH . WHERE all day long in helpless cares 15.
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... nature's music do beguile his sorrows : Teaching the fragrant forests day by day , The diapason of their heavenly lay , And leading all his life at home in peace , Always in sight of his own smoke ; no seas , No other seas he knows ...
... nature's music do beguile his sorrows : Teaching the fragrant forests day by day , The diapason of their heavenly lay , And leading all his life at home in peace , Always in sight of his own smoke ; no seas , No other seas he knows ...
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Angels beams beauty behold beneath bless blest breast breath bright brow cheerful clouds cold crown dark dead death deep DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB dost doth dread dreams dust dwell earth earthly Ebenezer Elliot Edmund Cartwright ELEGY WRITTEN eternal fair faith fear flowers George Crabbe gloom glorious glory grace grave grief hand Harrison Weir hast hath heart Heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour HYMN J. D. Watson life's light live look Lord mind morn mountains night o'er pain peace PENATES praise prayer PRAYER OF SOLOMON rest rise round sacred shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit spring stars STEPHEN'S DAY storm sweet tears tell tempest Thee thine things Thomas Chatterton Thomas Warton Thou art thought thro tomb Twas unto Vex'd voice wave winds wings wonder
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Page 27 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Page 233 - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 178 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 182 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 101 - These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ; who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 102 - His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. 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.
Page 68 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Page 102 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 252 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Page 326 - BY Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.