Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of Giles Fletcher's Christ's Victory and Triumph; with Copious Selections from Spenser, Davies, Sandys [and Others] With an Introductory Essay and Critical Remarks, 第 2 卷J. Rickerby, 1836 - 399页 |
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... bring home the sheep that go astray ; He will help them that hope in him alway ; He will appease our discord and debate ; He will soon save , though we repent us late . He will be ours if we continue his ; He will bring bale to joy and ...
... bring home the sheep that go astray ; He will help them that hope in him alway ; He will appease our discord and debate ; He will soon save , though we repent us late . He will be ours if we continue his ; He will bring bale to joy and ...
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... brings , My poor estate is rich . My conscience is my crown , Contented thoughts , my rest ; My heart is happy in itself , My bliss is in my breast . Enough I reckon wealth , A mean the surest lot ; That lies too high for base contempt ...
... brings , My poor estate is rich . My conscience is my crown , Contented thoughts , my rest ; My heart is happy in itself , My bliss is in my breast . Enough I reckon wealth , A mean the surest lot ; That lies too high for base contempt ...
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... bring . To nettles now my corn , My field is turned to flint , Where I a heavy harvest reap Of cares that never stint . The peace , the rest , the life That I enjoyed of yore , Were happy lot ; but by their loss My smart doth sting the ...
... bring . To nettles now my corn , My field is turned to flint , Where I a heavy harvest reap Of cares that never stint . The peace , the rest , the life That I enjoyed of yore , Were happy lot ; but by their loss My smart doth sting the ...
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... bring A pebble - stone and puts it in his sling ; At which the giant openly doth jeer , And as in scorn , stands leaning on his spear , Which gives young David much content to see , And to himself thus secretly saith he : " Stand but ...
... bring A pebble - stone and puts it in his sling ; At which the giant openly doth jeer , And as in scorn , stands leaning on his spear , Which gives young David much content to see , And to himself thus secretly saith he : " Stand but ...
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... brings a taper to the outward room , Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light , And after brings it nearer to thy sight : For such approaches doth heaven make in death . Think thyself labouring now with broken breath , And ...
... brings a taper to the outward room , Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light , And after brings it nearer to thy sight : For such approaches doth heaven make in death . Think thyself labouring now with broken breath , And ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY angels beauty behold blessed bliss blood BORN breast breath bright canst CHIG clouds crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth ears earth eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flower foes FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON GEORGE GASCOIGNE glorious glory God's grace grave hand happy hath heart heaven heavenly hell holy honour hope immortal Introductory Essay king labour let thy light live look Lord mercies MICHAEL DRAYTON mighty mind mortal muse ne'er night nought o'er pain pleasure poems poet poor praise pure rich RICHARD CRASHAW sacred shine sighs sight sing sins SIR EDWARD SHERBURNE sleep SONG OF PRAISE soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS CAREW THOMAS DEKKER THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thou dost thou hast thought thyself true Twas unto verse virtue voice volume weep wings wouldst
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第58页 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
第333页 - 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 mov'd ; in which the world And all her train were hurl'd.
第320页 - 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, Mere glimmering and decays.
第315页 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When, God knows, I'm toss'd about, Either with despair, or doubt ; Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
第324页 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back — at that short space — Could see a glimpse of his bright face...
第51页 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath...
第320页 - Dear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the Just, Shining nowhere, but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!
第320页 - 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.
第170页 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
第325页 - O how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track ! That I might once more reach that plain, Where first I left my glorious train; From whence the enlightened spirit sees That shady city of palm trees. But ah ! my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way ! Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move; 30 And when this dust falls to the urn, In that state I came, return.