Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of Giles Fletcher's Christ's Victory and Triumph; with Copious Selections from Spenser, Davies, Sandys [and Others] With an Introductory Essay and Critical Remarks, Volume 1J. Rickerby, 1836 |
Dari dalam buku
Hasil 1-5 dari 21
Halaman 66
... enveloped With darkness ; in their bold transgressions dead ; When thou didst from the East a light display , Which rendered to the world a clearer day ; Whose precepts from hell's jaws our steps with- draw , 66 SANDYS .
... enveloped With darkness ; in their bold transgressions dead ; When thou didst from the East a light display , Which rendered to the world a clearer day ; Whose precepts from hell's jaws our steps with- draw , 66 SANDYS .
Halaman 68
... didst by thy protecting hand prevent . Thou sav'st me from the bloody massacres Of faithless Indians ; from their treacherous wars ; From raging fevers ; from the sultry breath Of tainted air , which cloy'd the jaws of death ; Preserved ...
... didst by thy protecting hand prevent . Thou sav'st me from the bloody massacres Of faithless Indians ; from their treacherous wars ; From raging fevers ; from the sultry breath Of tainted air , which cloy'd the jaws of death ; Preserved ...
Halaman 88
... didst this holy fire infuse , And taught'st this breast - but late the grave of hell , Wherein a blind and dead heart liv'd - to swell With better thoughts , send down those lights that lend Knowledge , how to begin , and how to end The ...
... didst this holy fire infuse , And taught'st this breast - but late the grave of hell , Wherein a blind and dead heart liv'd - to swell With better thoughts , send down those lights that lend Knowledge , how to begin , and how to end The ...
Halaman 92
... didst devise To fling the world's rude dunghill , and the dross Of the old chaos , furthest from the skies , And thine own seat , that there the child of loss , Of all the lower heav'n the curse and cross ; That wretch , beast , caitiff ...
... didst devise To fling the world's rude dunghill , and the dross Of the old chaos , furthest from the skies , And thine own seat , that there the child of loss , Of all the lower heav'n the curse and cross ; That wretch , beast , caitiff ...
Halaman 95
... didst not thou Water with heav'nly show'rs her womb unsown , And drop down clouds of flow'rs - didst not thou bow Thine easy ear unto the ploughman's vow— Long might he look , and look , and long in vain Might load his harvest in an ...
... didst not thou Water with heav'nly show'rs her womb unsown , And drop down clouds of flow'rs - didst not thou bow Thine easy ear unto the ploughman's vow— Long might he look , and look , and long in vain Might load his harvest in an ...
Isi
248 | |
249 | |
250 | |
251 | |
252 | |
253 | |
254 | |
255 | |
78 | |
87 | |
113 | |
133 | |
153 | |
167 | |
173 | |
180 | |
187 | |
193 | |
200 | |
202 | |
208 | |
214 | |
220 | |
228 | |
234 | |
235 | |
236 | |
237 | |
238 | |
239 | |
240 | |
242 | |
243 | |
244 | |
245 | |
246 | |
257 | |
258 | |
259 | |
260 | |
263 | |
264 | |
265 | |
266 | |
267 | |
269 | |
270 | |
276 | |
277 | |
279 | |
280 | |
282 | |
283 | |
284 | |
285 | |
291 | |
297 | |
303 | |
309 | |
315 | |
323 | |
329 | |
331 | |
349 | |
Edisi yang lain - Lihat semua
Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of Giles ... Giles Fletcher,Richard Cattermole Pratinjau tidak tersedia - 2015 |
Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of Giles ... Giles Fletcher,Richard Cattermole Pratinjau tidak tersedia - 2018 |
Istilah dan frasa umum
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM angels beams beauty behold blessed blind bliss blood breast breath bright canst CHIG clouds creatures crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth dust earth Engravings eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fear fire flaming flesh flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE VIRTUE GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER glorious glory God's grace grave grief ground hand hath head heart heav'n heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour HYMN King light live lively coloured look Lord man's mercy mind N. P. WILLIS never night PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet poor pow'r praise PSALM rest RICHARD BAXTER sacred seek shame shine sighs sight sing sins sleep songs sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought thousand throne thyself tongue UNIV unto verse weep WILLIAM BEATTIE wind wings wound wretched
Bagian yang populer
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 317 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Halaman 319 - Yea, Truth and Justice then Will down return to men, Orb'd in a rainbow ; and, like glories wearing, Mercy will sit between, Thron'd in celestial sheen, With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering; And Heaven, as at some festival, Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.
Halaman 327 - AVENGE, 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...
Halaman 326 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 180 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.