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Page vi
... FROM THAT DAY ASK HIM ANY MORE QUESTIONS وو 79 " WHY ARE YE AFRAID , O YE OF LITTLE FAITH ? " 80 TO PONTIUS [ PILATE ] WASHING HIS BLOOD - STAINED HANDS 81 ON THE STILL SURVIVING MARKS OF OUR SAVIOUR'S WOUNDS ON vi CONTENTS .
... FROM THAT DAY ASK HIM ANY MORE QUESTIONS وو 79 " WHY ARE YE AFRAID , O YE OF LITTLE FAITH ? " 80 TO PONTIUS [ PILATE ] WASHING HIS BLOOD - STAINED HANDS 81 ON THE STILL SURVIVING MARKS OF OUR SAVIOUR'S WOUNDS ON vi CONTENTS .
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Richard Crashaw John Ramsden Tutin. ON THE STILL SURVIVING MARKS OF OUR SAVIOUR'S WOUNDS ON THE WOUNDS OF OUR CRUCIFIED LORD UPON EASTER DAY 81 82 83 PSALM XXIII . - 84 PSALM CXXXVII . 86 ON A TREATISE OF CHARITY 88 ON MR . GEORGE ...
Richard Crashaw John Ramsden Tutin. ON THE STILL SURVIVING MARKS OF OUR SAVIOUR'S WOUNDS ON THE WOUNDS OF OUR CRUCIFIED LORD UPON EASTER DAY 81 82 83 PSALM XXIII . - 84 PSALM CXXXVII . 86 ON A TREATISE OF CHARITY 88 ON MR . GEORGE ...
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... wounds can tell ) With bitter shafts ' tis sauced too well . He is all cruel , cruel all ; His torch imperious , though but small , Makes the sun ( of flames the sire ) Worse than sun - burnt in his fire . Wheresoe'er you chance to find ...
... wounds can tell ) With bitter shafts ' tis sauced too well . He is all cruel , cruel all ; His torch imperious , though but small , Makes the sun ( of flames the sire ) Worse than sun - burnt in his fire . Wheresoe'er you chance to find ...
Page 81
... Wounds . Whatever story of their cruelty , Or nail , or thorn , or spear have writ in Thee , Are in another sense Still legible ; Sweet is the difference : Once I did spell Every 6 ON THE SURVIVING MARKS . 81 TO PONTIUS [PILATE] WASHING ...
... Wounds . Whatever story of their cruelty , Or nail , or thorn , or spear have writ in Thee , Are in another sense Still legible ; Sweet is the difference : Once I did spell Every 6 ON THE SURVIVING MARKS . 81 TO PONTIUS [PILATE] WASHING ...
Page 82
... wound of Thine ; Now , what is better , Balsam for mine . On the Wounds of our Crucified Lord . O these wakeful wounds of Thine ! Are they mouths ? or are they eyes ? Be they mouths , or be they eyne , Each bleeding part some one ...
... wound of Thine ; Now , what is better , Balsam for mine . On the Wounds of our Crucified Lord . O these wakeful wounds of Thine ! Are they mouths ? or are they eyes ? Be they mouths , or be they eyne , Each bleeding part some one ...
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Page xxvi - Temple," and aptly,' for in the Temple of God, under His wing, he led his life in St. Mary's Church, near St. Peter's college ; there he lodged under Tertullian's roof of angels ; there he made his nest more gladly than David's swallow near the house of God : where, like a primitive saint, he offered more prayers in the night than others usually offer in the day.
Page 11 - And teach her fair steps tread our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine : — Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
Page 97 - Heaven thou hast in Him (Fair sister of the seraphim ! ) By all of Him we have in thee ; Leave nothing of myself in me. Let me so read thy life, that I Unto all life of mine may die.
Page 17 - Poor world (said I), what wilt thou do To entertain this starry Stranger ? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold, and not too cleanly, manger ? Contend, the powers of Heaven and Earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth ? Chorus: Contend, the powers, etc.
Page 15 - I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes ; and I wish no more. Now, if Time knows That Her whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows...
Page 117 - Temple' and aptly, for in the Temple of God, under His wing, he led his life in St. Mary's Church, near St. Peter's College ; there he lodged under TBRTUI.LIAN'S roof of angels ; there he made his nest more gladly than David's swallow near the house of God : where, like a primitive saint, he offered more prayers in the night than others usually offer in the day ; there he penned these Poems, STEPS for happy souls to climb heaven by.
Page 77 - The dew no more will weep The primrose's pale cheek to deck, The dew no more will sleep, Nuzzled in the lily's neck; Much rather would it be thy tear, And leave them both to tremble here. There's no need at all That the balsam-sweating bough So coyly should let fall His med'cinable tears, for now Nature hath learnt t' extract a dew More sovereign and sweet from you.
Page 19 - Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed, We'll bring the first-born of her flowers, To kiss thy feet, and crown thy head. To thee, dread Lamb! whose love must keep The shepherds...
Page 63 - Art thou not Lucifer ? he to whom the droves Of stars that gild the morn in charge were given ? The nimblest of the lightning-winged loves ? The fairest, and the first-born smile of...