Silex Scintillans: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations

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Pickering, 1847 - 231 páginas
 

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Página 117 - After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days; » My days, which are at best but dull and hoary.
Página lxiv - For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: The father to the children shall make known thy truth.
Página 30 - But ah ! my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way ! Some...
Página 92 - I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great Ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright...
Página 107 - He says it is so far, That he hath quite forgot how to go there. He knocks at all doors, strays and roams : Nay hath not so much wit as some stones have, Which in the darkest nights point to their homes By some hid sense their Maker gave : Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest And passage through these looms God order'd motion, but ordain'd no rest.
Página 47 - And do they so ? have they a Sense Of ought but Influence ? Can they their heads lift, and expect, And...
Página 73 - So let me all my busy age In thy free services engage; And though, while here, of force I must Have commerce sometimes with poor dust, And in my flesh, though vile and low, As this doth in her channel flow, Yet let my course, my aim, my love, And chief acquaintance be above; So when that day and hour shall come In which thyself will be the Sun, Thou'lt find me dressed and on my way, Watching the break of thy great day.
Página 169 - No mercy-seat of gold, No dead and dusty cherub, nor carved stone, But his own living works did my Lord hold And lodge alone, Where trees and herbs did watch and peep And wonder, while the Jews did sleep.
Página 175 - O when my God, my glory brings His white and holy train, Unto those clear and living Springs, Where comes no stain \ Where all is light, and flowers, and fruit, And joy, and rest, Make me amongst them ('tis my suit !) The last one, and the least.
Página 190 - O useful Element and clear! My sacred wash and cleanser here, My first consigner unto those Fountains of life, where the Lamb goes? What sublime truths, and wholesome themes, Lodge in thy mystical, deep streams! Such as dull man can never finde Unless that Spirit lead his minde, Which first upon thy face did move, And hatch'd all with his quickning love.

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