Religious Thought in Old English VerseSampson Low, 1892 - 456 pages |
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... which were early taken into English use . 2 In most of these renderings from First English , something of the alliteration of the original has been preserved . ' Then he arose from sleep and held fast in 2 Religious Thought in Cadmon,
... which were early taken into English use . 2 In most of these renderings from First English , something of the alliteration of the original has been preserved . ' Then he arose from sleep and held fast in 2 Religious Thought in Cadmon,
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... sleeps with its eyes open . When these facts have all been turned into religious allegory , the parable passes on to the eagle , the serpent , and the ant . Of the latter it is said that As the ant shunneth barley , when she can store ...
... sleeps with its eyes open . When these facts have all been turned into religious allegory , the parable passes on to the eagle , the serpent , and the ant . Of the latter it is said that As the ant shunneth barley , when she can store ...
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... sleep away . My spirit sprang from me in space , My body bode apart in dream ; Gone is my ghost , by heaven's grace To move in quest where marvels teem . So , through sights of wonder and beauty , he came in vision to a beautiful river ...
... sleep away . My spirit sprang from me in space , My body bode apart in dream ; Gone is my ghost , by heaven's grace To move in quest where marvels teem . So , through sights of wonder and beauty , he came in vision to a beautiful river ...
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... sleep at His calling , Ye come not in at the wedding . 6 Handlyng Synne , 3800-3903 : And hyt was yn the lentyn tyde . ' 2 Id . 5728-38 : ' Syttyng yn hys kyrtyl clade . ' Thus the Lord calls us every day , With preacher's 70 Religious ...
... sleep at His calling , Ye come not in at the wedding . 6 Handlyng Synne , 3800-3903 : And hyt was yn the lentyn tyde . ' 2 Id . 5728-38 : ' Syttyng yn hys kyrtyl clade . ' Thus the Lord calls us every day , With preacher's 70 Religious ...
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... sleep , With me is still an angel bright , 1 Brampton's Paraphrases . The Latin verse is : Quoniam die ac nocte gravata est super me manus tua : conversus sum in ærumna mea , dum configitur spina . ' The hand of vengeaunce , more and ...
... sleep , With me is still an angel bright , 1 Brampton's Paraphrases . The Latin verse is : Quoniam die ac nocte gravata est super me manus tua : conversus sum in ærumna mea , dum configitur spina . ' The hand of vengeaunce , more and ...
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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.