Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Volumen21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... Peace Man's Medley The Method Divinity Justice The Pilgrimage Page 235 235 · 236 · 237 • 238 239 · 240 • 242 243 • ib . 244 245 · 246 • 248 249 · 250 251 · 252 253 • 254 255 257 • 258 · 259 260 263 · 264 · 265 266 · 267 ib . • 269 • 270 ...
... Peace Man's Medley The Method Divinity Justice The Pilgrimage Page 235 235 · 236 · 237 • 238 239 · 240 • 242 243 • ib . 244 245 · 246 • 248 249 · 250 251 · 252 253 • 254 255 257 • 258 · 259 260 263 · 264 · 265 266 · 267 ib . • 269 • 270 ...
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... their happinesse decay , Had not they dared the Lord to disobay . But pride , impatient of long resting peace , Did puffe them up with greedy bold ambition , That they ' gan cast their state how to increase SPENSER . 5.
... their happinesse decay , Had not they dared the Lord to disobay . But pride , impatient of long resting peace , Did puffe them up with greedy bold ambition , That they ' gan cast their state how to increase SPENSER . 5.
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... enemies Rejoice in my afflicted state ; Nor wink at me with scornful eyes , Who swell with undeserved hate . Of peace they speak not ; rather they The peaceable with fraud pursue : Who wry their mouths at me , and say , SANDYS . 53.
... enemies Rejoice in my afflicted state ; Nor wink at me with scornful eyes , Who swell with undeserved hate . Of peace they speak not ; rather they The peaceable with fraud pursue : Who wry their mouths at me , and say , SANDYS . 53.
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... peace . My tongue his justice shall proclaim , Nor ever in his praises cease . PSALM XLII . LORD ! as the hart emboss'd with heat Brays after the cool rivulet , So sighs my soul for thee . My soul thirsts for the living God : When shall ...
... peace . My tongue his justice shall proclaim , Nor ever in his praises cease . PSALM XLII . LORD ! as the hart emboss'd with heat Brays after the cool rivulet , So sighs my soul for thee . My soul thirsts for the living God : When shall ...
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... peace : With robes of Tyrian purple deck'd , And gems which sparkling light reflect . How are thy worthies by the sword Of war devour'd ! O Jonathan , the better part Of my torn heart ! The savage rocks have drunk thy blood : My brother ...
... peace : With robes of Tyrian purple deck'd , And gems which sparkling light reflect . How are thy worthies by the sword Of war devour'd ! O Jonathan , the better part Of my torn heart ! The savage rocks have drunk thy blood : My brother ...
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The Sacred Classics: Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Volumen21 Richard CATTERMOLE Vista completa - 1835 |
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Términos y frases comunes
angels art thou beams beauty behold blessed blind bliss blood breast breath bright canst Christ clouds creatures crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth drest dust earth Edom Eridan eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fear fire flaming flesh flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand hath head heart heav'n heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour Introductory Essay Jeremy Taylor John Hatchard King light live lively coloured look Lord man's mercy mind never night pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet poor pow'r praise PSALM rest Rickerby sacred shame shine sighs sight sing sins SIR JOHN DAVIES sleep songs sorrow soul spirits spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought thousand throne thyself tongue unto verse weep wind wings wound wretched
Pasajes populares
Página 321 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Página 328 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Página 315 - It was the winter wild While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Página 253 - SWEET day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave ; And thou must die.
Página 320 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Página 318 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Página 327 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Página 236 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
Página 321 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Página 317 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.