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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... To drown the world no more , So , by the blood which Christ has shed , He will our health restore . The misty clouds that fall sometime , And overcast the skies , Are like to troubles of our time , Which do 4 GEORGE GASCOIGNE .
... To drown the world no more , So , by the blood which Christ has shed , He will our health restore . The misty clouds that fall sometime , And overcast the skies , Are like to troubles of our time , Which do 4 GEORGE GASCOIGNE .
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... clouds , full fraught with thundering 1 groans , With hideous thumps discharge their pregnant womb . And in the horror of this fearful quire , Consists the music of this doleful place : All pleasant birds their tunes from thence retire ...
... clouds , full fraught with thundering 1 groans , With hideous thumps discharge their pregnant womb . And in the horror of this fearful quire , Consists the music of this doleful place : All pleasant birds their tunes from thence retire ...
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... clouds ; and like to men that rave , ( O'ercome with comfort ) cry , " The boy , the boy ! O the brave David , Israel's only joy ! God's chosen champion ! O most wond'rous thing ! The great Goliah slain with a poor sling ! " Themselves ...
... clouds ; and like to men that rave , ( O'ercome with comfort ) cry , " The boy , the boy ! O the brave David , Israel's only joy ! God's chosen champion ! O most wond'rous thing ! The great Goliah slain with a poor sling ! " Themselves ...
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... clouds of nature's story , Where man , thy proudest creature , acts his part , - Whom yet , alas ! I know not why , we call The world's contracted sum , the little ALL ; — For , what are we , but lumps of walking clay ? Why should we ...
... clouds of nature's story , Where man , thy proudest creature , acts his part , - Whom yet , alas ! I know not why , we call The world's contracted sum , the little ALL ; — For , what are we , but lumps of walking clay ? Why should we ...
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... cloud : I would be poor , but know the humble grass Still trampled on by each unworthy ass : Rich hated ; wise suspected ; scorned if poor ; Great feared ; fair tempted ; high still envied more : I have wished all ; but now I wish for ...
... cloud : I would be poor , but know the humble grass Still trampled on by each unworthy ass : Rich hated ; wise suspected ; scorned if poor ; Great feared ; fair tempted ; high still envied more : I have wished all ; but now I wish for ...
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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.