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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... SOUL 225 JEREMY TAYLOR . ALEXANDER POPE . CHRIST COMING AGAIN IN TRIUMPH THE MESSIAH • 152 OF HEAVEN A PRAYER FOR CHARITY . 102 103 • 104 MATTHEW PRIOR . LIFE EXAMINED 136 FAITHFUL TEATE . THE PRAYER OF SOLOMON AND THE HOPE 131 ANSWER ...
... SOUL 225 JEREMY TAYLOR . ALEXANDER POPE . CHRIST COMING AGAIN IN TRIUMPH THE MESSIAH • 152 OF HEAVEN A PRAYER FOR CHARITY . 102 103 • 104 MATTHEW PRIOR . LIFE EXAMINED 136 FAITHFUL TEATE . THE PRAYER OF SOLOMON AND THE HOPE 131 ANSWER ...
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... SOUL J. D. Watson . 225 PLACE OF WORSHIP J. D. Watson . 235 THOU ART , O God : - When Day , with farewell beam S. Read 243 THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB MOONLIGHT A LAMENT THE CHURCHYARD OF THE VILLAGE A FATHER READING THE BIBLE ...
... SOUL J. D. Watson . 225 PLACE OF WORSHIP J. D. Watson . 235 THOU ART , O God : - When Day , with farewell beam S. Read 243 THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB MOONLIGHT A LAMENT THE CHURCHYARD OF THE VILLAGE A FATHER READING THE BIBLE ...
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... This thought makes man to God a friend ; This thought doth banish pride and sin ; This thought doth bring a man in th ' end Where he of Death the field shall win . Thomas Marshall . THE LIE . Go , soul , the body's guest 3.
... This thought makes man to God a friend ; This thought doth banish pride and sin ; This thought doth bring a man in th ' end Where he of Death the field shall win . Thomas Marshall . THE LIE . Go , soul , the body's guest 3.
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Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott. THE LIE . Go , soul , the body's guest , upon a thankless arrant ; Fear not to touch the best ; -the truth shall be thy warrant , Go , since thou needs must die , and give the world the lie . Say to the ...
Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott. THE LIE . Go , soul , the body's guest , upon a thankless arrant ; Fear not to touch the best ; -the truth shall be thy warrant , Go , since thou needs must die , and give the world the lie . Say to the ...
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... soul can kill . Walter Raleigh AN ASPIRATION . RISE , O my Soul , with thy desires to Heaven , And with divinest contemplations use Thy time , where time's eternity is given , And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse ; But down ...
... soul can kill . Walter Raleigh AN ASPIRATION . RISE , O my Soul , with thy desires to Heaven , And with divinest contemplations use Thy time , where time's eternity is given , And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse ; But down ...
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Angels beams beauty behold beneath bless blest breast breath bright brow cheerful clouds cold crown dark dead dear death deep DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dost doth dream dust earth earthly eternal face fair faith Father fear flowers glorious glory God's golden GOLDEN BOUGH grace grave grief hand Harrison Weir hast hath heart Heaven heavenly HENRY VAUGHAN hill holy hope hour HYMN J. D. Watson life's light LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS live look Lord meek mercy mind morn mountains murmur night o'er pain peace PENATES poison'd praise prayer PRAYER OF SOLOMON rest rise round sacred shade shadows fall shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit spring stars STEPHEN'S DAY sweet tears tell thee thine things Thou art thought thro Twas unto Vex'd voice 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...