Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... look for thee , my lovely Lord , therefore For thee I wait , for thee I tarry still , Mine eyes do long to gaze on thee my fill , For thee I watch , for thee I pry and pore , My soul for thee attendeth evermore , My soul doth thirst to ...
... look for thee , my lovely Lord , therefore For thee I wait , for thee I tarry still , Mine eyes do long to gaze on thee my fill , For thee I watch , for thee I pry and pore , My soul for thee attendeth evermore , My soul doth thirst to ...
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... look , at last , how of most wretched wights He taken was , betrayed , and false accused ; How with lies , scornful taunts , and fell despites He was reviled , disgraced , and foul abused ; How scourged , how crowned , how buffeted ...
... look , at last , how of most wretched wights He taken was , betrayed , and false accused ; How with lies , scornful taunts , and fell despites He was reviled , disgraced , and foul abused ; How scourged , how crowned , how buffeted ...
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... look who list thy gazeful eyes to feed With sight of that is fair , look on the frame Of this wide universe , and therein read The endless kind of creatures , which by name Thou canst not count , much less their natures aim ; All which ...
... look who list thy gazeful eyes to feed With sight of that is fair , look on the frame Of this wide universe , and therein read The endless kind of creatures , which by name Thou canst not count , much less their natures aim ; All which ...
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... Look thou no further , but affix thine eye On that bright shining , round , still moving mass , The house of blessed God , which men call sky , All sown with glittering stars more thick than grass , Whereof each other doth in brightness ...
... Look thou no further , but affix thine eye On that bright shining , round , still moving mass , The house of blessed God , which men call sky , All sown with glittering stars more thick than grass , Whereof each other doth in brightness ...
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... look up with corruptible eye On the dread face of that great Deity , For fear lest if He chaunce to look on thee , Thou turn to nought and quite confounded be . But lowly fall before his mercy - seat , Close covered with the Lamb's ...
... look up with corruptible eye On the dread face of that great Deity , For fear lest if He chaunce to look on thee , Thou turn to nought and quite confounded be . But lowly fall before his mercy - seat , Close covered with the Lamb's ...
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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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Seite 247 - 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.
Seite 204 - 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.
Seite 244 - 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.
Seite 250 - 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...
Seite 137 - 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.
Seite 245 - 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...
Seite 172 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Seite 25 - 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.
Seite 270 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Seite 138 - 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...