Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of Giles Fletcher's Christ's Victory and Triumph; with Copious Selections from Spenser, Davies, Sandys [and Others] With an Introductory Essay and Critical Remarks, Volume 1J. Rickerby, 1836 - English poetry |
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... crown'd . With him he raign'd before all time prescribed , In endlesse glorie and immortall might , Together with that third from them derived , Most wise , most holy , most almightie Spright ! Whose kingdom's throne no thoughts of ...
... crown'd . With him he raign'd before all time prescribed , In endlesse glorie and immortall might , Together with that third from them derived , Most wise , most holy , most almightie Spright ! Whose kingdom's throne no thoughts of ...
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... crown'd , how buffeted , how bruis'd ; And , lastly , how ' twixt robbers crucifide , With bitter wound through hands , through feet , and side ! Then let thy flinty heart , that feels no pain , Empierced be with pitiful remorse , And ...
... crown'd , how buffeted , how bruis'd ; And , lastly , how ' twixt robbers crucifide , With bitter wound through hands , through feet , and side ! Then let thy flinty heart , that feels no pain , Empierced be with pitiful remorse , And ...
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... crown of purest gold Is set , in sign of highest sovereignty , And in her hand a sceptre she doth hold , With which she rules the house of God on high , And manageth the ever - moving sky , And in the same these lower creatures all ...
... crown of purest gold Is set , in sign of highest sovereignty , And in her hand a sceptre she doth hold , With which she rules the house of God on high , And manageth the ever - moving sky , And in the same these lower creatures all ...
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... crown'd with garlands of content ; There doth she manna eat , and nectar drink ; That presence doth such high delights present , As never tongue could speak , nor heart could think . For this , the better souls do oft despise The body's ...
... crown'd with garlands of content ; There doth she manna eat , and nectar drink ; That presence doth such high delights present , As never tongue could speak , nor heart could think . For this , the better souls do oft despise The body's ...
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... crown thy counsels with success . We will of thy deliverance sing , Triumphant King : Our ensigns in that prayed - for day With joy display ; Even in the name of God . O still May he thy just desires fulfil ! Now know I his anointed he ...
... crown thy counsels with success . We will of thy deliverance sing , Triumphant King : Our ensigns in that prayed - for day With joy display ; Even in the name of God . O still May he thy just desires fulfil ! Now know I his anointed he ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM angels beams beauty behold blessed blind bliss blood breast breath bright canst CHIG clouds creatures crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth dust earth Engravings eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fear fire flaming flesh flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE VIRTUE GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief ground hand hath head heart heav'n heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour HYMN King light live lively coloured look Lord man's mercy mind N. P. WILLIS never night PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet poor pow'r praise PSALM rest RICHARD BAXTER sacred seek shame shine sighs sight sing sins sleep songs sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought thousand throne thyself tongue UNIV unto verse weep WILLIAM BEATTIE wind wings wound wretched
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Page 328 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Page 253 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave ; And thou must die.
Page 318 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 327 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 317 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Page 319 - Yea, Truth and Justice then Will down return to men, Orb'd in a rainbow ; and, like glories wearing, Mercy will sit between, Thron'd in celestial sheen, With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering; And Heaven, as at some festival, Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.
Page 327 - AVENGE, 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 326 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Page 315 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun her lusty paramour.
Page 180 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.