The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 552페이지 |
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... Land . Prayer .. 532 The Hour of Death WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . Hymn of the Mountain Christian ........ " Blessed are they that Mourn " 534 LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY . " No Man knoweth his Sepulchre " . 535 Barzillai the Gileadite The Future ...
... Land . Prayer .. 532 The Hour of Death WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . Hymn of the Mountain Christian ........ " Blessed are they that Mourn " 534 LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY . " No Man knoweth his Sepulchre " . 535 Barzillai the Gileadite The Future ...
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... lands forfeited in the county of Cork . On the breaking out of Tyrone's rebellion , he was obliged to abandon his home so abruptly , that one of his children perished in the flames which consumed his dwelling . He died shortly after ...
... lands forfeited in the county of Cork . On the breaking out of Tyrone's rebellion , he was obliged to abandon his home so abruptly , that one of his children perished in the flames which consumed his dwelling . He died shortly after ...
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... land , However here on higher steps we stand . Which also were with self - same price redeemed That we , however of us light esteemed . And were they not , yet sith that loving Lord Commanded us to love them for his sake , Even for his ...
... land , However here on higher steps we stand . Which also were with self - same price redeemed That we , however of us light esteemed . And were they not , yet sith that loving Lord Commanded us to love them for his sake , Even for his ...
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... land to see , Where streams of milk through fruitful valleys flow , And luscious honey dropping from the tree , Load the full flowers that in their shadows grow : " By thee my power am purposed to try , That from rough bondage shalt the ...
... land to see , Where streams of milk through fruitful valleys flow , And luscious honey dropping from the tree , Load the full flowers that in their shadows grow : " By thee my power am purposed to try , That from rough bondage shalt the ...
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... from servile bands Of hope to rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . BARNABE BARNES . THIS Poet , who was flattered by 32 SIR HENRY WOTTON . The Happy Life.
... from servile bands Of hope to rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . BARNABE BARNES . THIS Poet , who was flattered by 32 SIR HENRY WOTTON . The Happy Life.
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adore angels art thou beams beauty behold beneath blast blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright clouds crown dark death deep delight didst Dies Iræ divine dost doth dread dust dwell E'en earth Edom eternal fair fear flame flowers Francis Beaumont GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope hour HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy mighty mind morning mortal night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet praise prayer pride PSALM rest RICHARD BLACKMORE rise round sacred Sacred Poets shade shine sigh sight sing SIR EDWARD SHERBURNE skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS PARNELL Thou art thought throne unto voice waves weep wind wings
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359 페이지 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
357 페이지 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
275 페이지 - 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.
172 페이지 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
378 페이지 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
357 페이지 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
173 페이지 - 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.
170 페이지 - 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.
357 페이지 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
209 페이지 - THE COLLAR I STRUCK the board, and cried, no more; I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free ; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store. , Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit? Sure there was wine, Before my sighs did dry it : there was corn, Before my tears did drown it. Is the year only lost to me? Have I no bays to crown it ? No flowers, no garlands gay?