Religious Thought in Old English VerseSampson Low, 1892 - 456 pages |
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... once we ruled , our realms and royalties.2 Ah ! might I wield my hands ! and might one tide Fare forth from hence - one only winter's span ! Then would I with this crew- But round me lie These iron bonds , rides me this writhing chain ...
... once we ruled , our realms and royalties.2 Ah ! might I wield my hands ! and might one tide Fare forth from hence - one only winter's span ! Then would I with this crew- But round me lie These iron bonds , rides me this writhing chain ...
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... once burst over the Lake of Galilee when Christ was in the boat : - - So did it hap of old : We on the sea - boat , Over the striving surge , Riding the billows , Ventured the fords . Gruesome and grim to us Was the fell water's rage ...
... once burst over the Lake of Galilee when Christ was in the boat : - - So did it hap of old : We on the sea - boat , Over the striving surge , Riding the billows , Ventured the fords . Gruesome and grim to us Was the fell water's rage ...
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... once at the Church'es gate , Think of it oft - your soul did choose Lord Christ to be her mate . He is our soul's espoused ; O , love ye Him with might , And wend ye never from Him by daylight or by night . Though He from sight hath ...
... once at the Church'es gate , Think of it oft - your soul did choose Lord Christ to be her mate . He is our soul's espoused ; O , love ye Him with might , And wend ye never from Him by daylight or by night . Though He from sight hath ...
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... once with the Knights of the Round Table a warrant of honour and peace in England , but which disappeared when men became sinful . There is no doubt that sight of the Graal means , in purpose , that ' the pure in heart shall see God.'1 ...
... once with the Knights of the Round Table a warrant of honour and peace in England , but which disappeared when men became sinful . There is no doubt that sight of the Graal means , in purpose , that ' the pure in heart shall see God.'1 ...
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... once His own be found unclean ; Yea , be it but a basin or a bowl , Yet to defile it God doth fast forbid.2 The third poem , with its moral of patience under provocation , is the story of Jonah . In most Anglo- Saxon and Early English ...
... once His own be found unclean ; Yea , be it but a basin or a bowl , Yet to defile it God doth fast forbid.2 The third poem , with its moral of patience under provocation , is the story of Jonah . In most Anglo- Saxon and Early English ...
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A. B. Grosart A. H. Bullen angels Ballates beauty beginning behold Bishop blessed blest bliss Book of Praise bright Cædmon century Charles Wesley Christ Christian Church dear death delight Divine Do-well dost doth dwell earth England English Essay eternal eyes faith Father fear feeling give glorious glory God's grace Grosart Hannah More's hath heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope hymns John King light lines live Lord Lord Vaux Lyra Brit mercy Miles Coverdale mind moral nature never night Olney Hymns pain Paradise Lost paraphrase Percy Society pleasure poem poetical Poets prayer psalmody Psalms published pure quote reign religious sacred poetry Say-well shalt sing sins Sir Philip Sydney sleep song sonnet sorrow soul spirit stanzas sweet thee thine things thou art thou hast thought truth unto verses Wesley words writer written wrote
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Page 374 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Page 263 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.
Page 332 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Page 365 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 271 - tis said, Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Page 256 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake : Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there ; I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
Page 441 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Page 440 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Page 178 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust. My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Page 224 - 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.