Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... night . Both day and night is unto them all one , For He his beams doth unto them extend That darkness there appeareth never none ; Nor hath their day , nor hath their bliss , an end , But there their timeless time in pleasure spend ...
... night . Both day and night is unto them all one , For He his beams doth unto them extend That darkness there appeareth never none ; Nor hath their day , nor hath their bliss , an end , But there their timeless time in pleasure spend ...
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... night , Black Egypt as her mirrors doth behold , Are but the dens where idol - snakes delight Again to cover Satan from their sight : Yet these are all the gods to whom they vie The crocodile , the cock , the rat , the fly ; Fit gods ...
... night , Black Egypt as her mirrors doth behold , Are but the dens where idol - snakes delight Again to cover Satan from their sight : Yet these are all the gods to whom they vie The crocodile , the cock , the rat , the fly ; Fit gods ...
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... night : So Mercy once again herself displays Out from her sister's cloud , and open lays Those sunshine looks , whose beams would dim a thousand days . 12 Imbranded , mustered in arms . 13 Spreading his rays like a lamp . 14 The moon ...
... night : So Mercy once again herself displays Out from her sister's cloud , and open lays Those sunshine looks , whose beams would dim a thousand days . 12 Imbranded , mustered in arms . 13 Spreading his rays like a lamp . 14 The moon ...
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... night for darkness strove ; His black uncombed locks dishevelled fell About his face , through which , as brands of hell Sunk in his skull , his staring eyes did glow , That made him deadly look ; their glimpse did show Like ...
... night for darkness strove ; His black uncombed locks dishevelled fell About his face , through which , as brands of hell Sunk in his skull , his staring eyes did glow , That made him deadly look ; their glimpse did show Like ...
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... night , Skips to the brain , and fancies to the sight Some winged fury , straight the hasty foot , Eager to fly , cannot pluck up his root , The voice dies in the tongue , and mouth gapes without boot . Now he would dream that he from ...
... night , Skips to the brain , and fancies to the sight Some winged fury , straight the hasty foot , Eager to fly , cannot pluck up his root , The voice dies in the tongue , and mouth gapes without boot . Now he would dream that he from ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY adore angels arched magazines beams beauty behold blessed bliss blood born breast breath bright clouds Corpus Christi College creeping song crown dark death delight didst divine dost doth dread e'en earth EDMUND WALLER eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER glorious glory golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour humble HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy Midian mighty mind mortal night o'er pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet praise proud PSALM rage rest rich rise round sacred shade shalt shine showers sighs sight sing skies song sorrow soul spirit spring stars streams sweet tears Thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD Thou Thou art thought thousand throne thunder unto voice waves wind wings wonders
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Page 247 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 204 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Page 244 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Page 250 - O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Page 137 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Page 245 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep...
Page 172 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Page 25 - Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Page 270 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Page 138 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train...