The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three CenturiesRufus Wilmot Griswold D. Appleton & Company, 1853 - 552 páginas |
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... and Virtue .......... Delight in God only . 127 70 Fleeing from Wrath .. 129 PHINEAS FLETCHER . The New Heart .. 130 Invocation ......... 73 The Shortness of Life .. 132 1 * Page Page The Pilgrim ..... 133 The Long - suffering.
... and Virtue .......... Delight in God only . 127 70 Fleeing from Wrath .. 129 PHINEAS FLETCHER . The New Heart .. 130 Invocation ......... 73 The Shortness of Life .. 132 1 * Page Page The Pilgrim ..... 133 The Long - suffering.
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... Heart ..... Lines written on seeing Thorwaldsen's bas- 453 relief representing Night .. 518 BISHOP MANT . WILLIAM ... Heart's Song .. 543 475 476 The Chimes of England .. 544 ... 477 ISAAC WILLIAMS . 479 Translation of the Ancient Hymn ...
... Heart ..... Lines written on seeing Thorwaldsen's bas- 453 relief representing Night .. 518 BISHOP MANT . WILLIAM ... Heart's Song .. 543 475 476 The Chimes of England .. 544 ... 477 ISAAC WILLIAMS . 479 Translation of the Ancient Hymn ...
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... heart , with all thy soul and mind , Thou must Him love , and his behests embrace ; All other loves with which the world doth blind Weak fancies , and stir up affections base , Thou must renounce and utterly displace , And give thyself ...
... heart , with all thy soul and mind , Thou must Him love , and his behests embrace ; All other loves with which the world doth blind Weak fancies , and stir up affections base , Thou must renounce and utterly displace , And give thyself ...
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... heart . For Zipporah , a shepherd's life he leads , And in her sight deceives the subtil hours ; And for her sake oft roves the flowery meads With those sweet spoils to enrich her rural bowers . Up to Mount Horeb with his flock he took ...
... heart . For Zipporah , a shepherd's life he leads , And in her sight deceives the subtil hours ; And for her sake oft roves the flowery meads With those sweet spoils to enrich her rural bowers . Up to Mount Horeb with his flock he took ...
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... heart ; Another saith the elements conspire , And to her essence each doth give a part . Musicians think our souls are harmonies ; Physicians hold that they complexions be ; Epicures ' make them swarms of atomies Which do by chance into ...
... heart ; Another saith the elements conspire , And to her essence each doth give a part . Musicians think our souls are harmonies ; Physicians hold that they complexions be ; Epicures ' make them swarms of atomies Which do by chance into ...
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The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold Vista completa - 1849 |
The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold Vista completa - 1866 |
The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries Rufus Wilmot Griswold Vista completa - 1849 |
Términos y frases comunes
adore angels beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES WESLEY clouds crown dark death deep delight didst Dies Ira divine dost doth dread dust dwell E'en earth Edom eternal fair fear flame flowers glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope hour HYMN immortal Isaac Williams King light live Lord mercy merry heart mighty mind morning mortal night o'er pain peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems poet praise prayer pride PSALM rest rise round sacred Sacred Poets shade shalt shine sigh sight sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring Stabat Mater stars stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice waves weep wings
Pasajes populares
Página 355 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Página 359 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Página 170 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 358 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things...
Página 275 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
Página 172 - 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.
Página 173 - 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.
Página 376 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Página 171 - Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep, Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good ; and, if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light...
Página 355 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...