Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... sense , my secret thought , my sprite , My will , my wish , my joy , and my delight , Unto the Lord , that sits in heaven on high , With hasty wing From me doth fling , And striveth still unto the Lord to fly . O Israel ! O household of ...
... sense , my secret thought , my sprite , My will , my wish , my joy , and my delight , Unto the Lord , that sits in heaven on high , With hasty wing From me doth fling , And striveth still unto the Lord to fly . O Israel ! O household of ...
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... and mangled with malicious force ; And let thy soul , whose sins and sorrows wrought , Melt into tears , and groan in grieved thought . 11 Eyes . 12 Manger . With sense thereof , while thy so softened spirit Is EDMUND SPENSER . 15.
... and mangled with malicious force ; And let thy soul , whose sins and sorrows wrought , Melt into tears , and groan in grieved thought . 11 Eyes . 12 Manger . With sense thereof , while thy so softened spirit Is EDMUND SPENSER . 15.
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... sense doth daze With admiration of their passing light , Blinding the eyes and lumining the sprite . Then shall thy ravished soul inspired be , With heavenly thoughts , far above human skill ; And thy bright radiant eyes shall plainly ...
... sense doth daze With admiration of their passing light , Blinding the eyes and lumining the sprite . Then shall thy ravished soul inspired be , With heavenly thoughts , far above human skill ; And thy bright radiant eyes shall plainly ...
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... sense , through infinite delight , And them transport from flesh into the sprite ; In which they see such admirable things , As carries them into an ecstasy , And hear such heavenly notes and carolings Of God's high praise , that fills ...
... sense , through infinite delight , And them transport from flesh into the sprite ; In which they see such admirable things , As carries them into an ecstasy , And hear such heavenly notes and carolings Of God's high praise , that fills ...
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... senses fraught with such satiety , That in nought else on earth they can delight , But in th ' respect of that felicity , Which they have written in their inward eye , On which they feed , and in their fattened mind , All happy joy and ...
... senses fraught with such satiety , That in nought else on earth they can delight , But in th ' respect of that felicity , Which they have written in their inward eye , On which they feed , and in their fattened mind , All happy joy and ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY adore angels arched magazines beams beauty behold blessed bliss blood born breast breath bright clouds Corpus Christi College creeping song crown dark death delight didst divine dost doth dread e'en earth EDMUND WALLER eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER glorious glory golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour humble HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy Midian mighty mind mortal night o'er pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet praise proud PSALM rage rest rich rise round sacred shade shalt shine showers sighs sight sing skies song sorrow soul spirit spring stars streams sweet tears Thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD Thou Thou art thought thousand throne thunder unto voice waves wind wings wonders
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247 ÆäÀÌÁö - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
244 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
137 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep...
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
270 ÆäÀÌÁö - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train...