Silex Scintillans, &c: Sacred Poems and Pious EjaculationsBell and Daldy, 1858 - 247 Seiten |
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Silex Scintillans, &C: Sacred Poems and Pious Ejaculations (Classic Reprint) Henry Vaughan Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
SILEX SCINTILLANS &C Henry 1621-1695 Vaughan,Henry Francis 1793-1847 Lyte Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt becauſe beſt bleffed bleft bleſſed blood bloud breath bright bufie chap cloſe clouds dark darkneſs dead dear death defire deſpiſe didft didſt doth dreft duft earth eaſe Edition eyes facred faid Fcap fecret fhades fhall fhew fhine fighs fince fing fire firſt fleep fleſh flowers fome foul freſh ftill ftones fuch fure glory grief grone H. F. Lyte hath heart Heaven Henry Vaughan himſelf holy houſe juſt laft laſt light living looſe Lord meaſure meer moft moſt muft muſt night paſs pleaſe Poems poor praiſe profe publiſhed reft ſay ſee ſeem ſhade ſhall ſhed ſhine ſhould ſhowers ſkies ſleep ſome ſpeak ſpirits ſpring ſtar ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtreams ſuch tears thee theſe thine thofe Thomas Vaughan thoſe Thou art thou didst thou doft unſeen unto uſe verſe veyle vols W. F. Hook weep whofe whoſe wings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 12 - Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
Seite 112 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Seite 135 - After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days; » My days, which are at best but dull and hoary.
Seite 170 - Nahor, Haran, Abram, Lot, The youthful world's gray fathers in one knot, Did with intentive looks watch every hour For thy new light, and trembled at each shower...
Seite 135 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Seite 50 - But ah ! my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way ! Some...
Seite 16 - THIS series is intended to supply for the use of Schools and Students cheap and accurate editions of the Classics, which shall be superior in mechanical execution to the small German editions now current in this country, and more convenient in form. The texts of the Bibliotheca Classics, and Grammar School Classics, so far as they have been published, will be adopted.
Seite 12 - For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: The father to the children shall make known thy truth.
Seite 187 - But his own living works did my Lord hold And lodge alone; Where trees and herbs did watch and...
Seite 209 - False life ! a foil and no more, when Wilt thou be gone ? Thou foul deception of all men That would not have the true come on. Thou art a Moon-like toil; a blinde Self-posing state; A dark contest of waves and winde ; A meer tempestuous debate.