English sacred poetry, of the sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, selected and ed. by R.A. WillmottRobert Eldridge Aris Willmott 1862 |
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... deep horror of despaired hell , Him , wretch , in dole , would let no longer dwell , But cast out of that bondage to redeem And pay the price , all were his debt extreme . Out of the bosom of eternal bliss In which He reigned with His ...
... deep horror of despaired hell , Him , wretch , in dole , would let no longer dwell , But cast out of that bondage to redeem And pay the price , all were his debt extreme . Out of the bosom of eternal bliss In which He reigned with His ...
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... deep . But if Greatness be so blind As to trust in Towers of Air , Let it be with Goodness lin'd , That at least the Fall be fair . Then , though dark'ned , you shall say , When Friends fail , and Princes frown , Virtue is the roughest ...
... deep . But if Greatness be so blind As to trust in Towers of Air , Let it be with Goodness lin'd , That at least the Fall be fair . Then , though dark'ned , you shall say , When Friends fail , and Princes frown , Virtue is the roughest ...
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... deep , and soar'd most high , Seeking man's powers , have found his weakness such ; Skill comes so slow , and life so fast doth fly ; We learn so little , and forget so much . All things without , which round about we see , We seek to ...
... deep , and soar'd most high , Seeking man's powers , have found his weakness such ; Skill comes so slow , and life so fast doth fly ; We learn so little , and forget so much . All things without , which round about we see , We seek to ...
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... . Thy wonders in the deep have I beheld ; Yet all by those on Judah's hills excell'd : There , where the Virgin's Son His doctrine taught , His miracles , and our redemption wrought : A MEMORIAL OF MERCIES PAST . Where I by Thee 47.
... . Thy wonders in the deep have I beheld ; Yet all by those on Judah's hills excell'd : There , where the Virgin's Son His doctrine taught , His miracles , and our redemption wrought : A MEMORIAL OF MERCIES PAST . Where I by Thee 47.
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... deep graves . From barbarous pirates ransom'd ; by those taught Successfully with Salian Moors we fought . Thou brought'st me home in safety ; that this earth Might bury me , which fed me from my birth ; Blest with a healthful age ; a ...
... deep graves . From barbarous pirates ransom'd ; by those taught Successfully with Salian Moors we fought . Thou brought'st me home in safety ; that this earth Might bury me , which fed me from my birth ; Blest with a healthful age ; a ...
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Angels beams beauty behold beneath bless blest breast breath bright brow cheerful clouds cold COUNTRY CHURCHYARD dark dead death deep delight DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dost doth dread dreams dust dwell earth Edmund Cartwright ELEGY WRITTEN eternal Ev'n fair faith fear flowers gloom glorious glory grace grave grief hand hath heart Heaven heavenly Henry Vaughan hill holy hope hour humble Humphrey Gifford HYMN J. D. Watson John Byrom let Thy light live look Lord mind morn mountains Nebaioth night o'er pain peace PENATES praise PRAYER PRAYER OF SOLOMON rest rise round sacred seek shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell tempest Thee Thine things Thomas Parnell Thou art thought thro unto Vex'd voice wave William Habington 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 215 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 233 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, 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,...
Page 101 - 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. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.
Page 28 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it— Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Page 102 - 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 dispels...
Page 167 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 101 - Air, and ye Elements the eldest birth Of Nature's Womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual Circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Page 362 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 358 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...