Religious Thought in Old English VerseSampson Low, 1892 - 456 páginas |
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... pains of steely hell ; The other teacheth him , that he hold love , His Maker's mercy , and his kinsmen's rede . Woe that the one should lead the man astray , 1 The Dialogue of Salomon and Saturn , 173 ; ed . by J. M. Kemble for the ...
... pains of steely hell ; The other teacheth him , that he hold love , His Maker's mercy , and his kinsmen's rede . Woe that the one should lead the man astray , 1 The Dialogue of Salomon and Saturn , 173 ; ed . by J. M. Kemble for the ...
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... pain , and strength in time of temptation . There is , however , nothing in the least degree worth quoting in the fragments of these hymns , collected by Ritson , in his Bibliographia Poetica.1 The Ormulum , as the author of it has ...
... pain , and strength in time of temptation . There is , however , nothing in the least degree worth quoting in the fragments of these hymns , collected by Ritson , in his Bibliographia Poetica.1 The Ormulum , as the author of it has ...
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... , that among hem was tho.—p. 404-6 . 2 King Horn , 1. 59 ; ed . by R. Lumby , E.E.T.S. No. 14 : The pains come to londe , And neme hit in here honde . D Horn was in Pagan hand With the people of the Old English Verse 49.
... , that among hem was tho.—p. 404-6 . 2 King Horn , 1. 59 ; ed . by R. Lumby , E.E.T.S. No. 14 : The pains come to londe , And neme hit in here honde . D Horn was in Pagan hand With the people of the Old English Verse 49.
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... pain and pine my heart befell . Oft wend I where I met that woe , And longing yearn for her I lost , - My life and light when heart was low , Or when with care my soul was crossed . But when the thought did through me thrill , And when ...
... pain and pine my heart befell . Oft wend I where I met that woe , And longing yearn for her I lost , - My life and light when heart was low , Or when with care my soul was crossed . But when the thought did through me thrill , And when ...
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... pain will be thy meed ; Handle thy sins , and well them weigh , How they foredo each godly way . Handle thy sins in balance even , Else they forebar the way to heaven . Handle them straightway every one , And not one by itself alone ...
... pain will be thy meed ; Handle thy sins , and well them weigh , How they foredo each godly way . Handle thy sins in balance even , Else they forebar the way to heaven . Handle them straightway every one , And not one by itself alone ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 365 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.