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, Volumen2J. Hatchard, 1836 |
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... wilt not work their will , But dost adjourn their death to their annoy . To some thou art a fierce unbidden guest ; But those that crave thy help thou helpest least . Avaunt , O viper ! I thy spite defy ; There is a God that overrules ...
... wilt not work their will , But dost adjourn their death to their annoy . To some thou art a fierce unbidden guest ; But those that crave thy help thou helpest least . Avaunt , O viper ! I thy spite defy ; There is a God that overrules ...
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... wilt find thy dearly - bought , in dust . A HYMN TO MY GOD , IN A NIGHT OF MY LATE SICKNESS . O THOU great Power ! in whom I move , For whom I live , to whom I die , Behold me through thy beams of love , While on this couch of tears I ...
... wilt find thy dearly - bought , in dust . A HYMN TO MY GOD , IN A NIGHT OF MY LATE SICKNESS . O THOU great Power ! in whom I move , For whom I live , to whom I die , Behold me through thy beams of love , While on this couch of tears I ...
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... wilt anon , in thy loose - reined career , At Tagus , Po , Seine , Thames , and Danon dine , And see at night this western land of mine ; Yet hast thou not more nations seen than she , That before thee one day began to be , And , thy ...
... wilt anon , in thy loose - reined career , At Tagus , Po , Seine , Thames , and Danon dine , And see at night this western land of mine ; Yet hast thou not more nations seen than she , That before thee one day began to be , And , thy ...
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... see That thou lov'st mankind well , yet wilt not choose me ; And Satan hates me , yet is loath to lose me . II . O , MY black soul ! now thou 56 JOHN DONNE . Holy Sonnets Elegy Improvement Psalm cxxxvii Page 33882885.
... see That thou lov'st mankind well , yet wilt not choose me ; And Satan hates me , yet is loath to lose me . II . O , MY black soul ! now thou 56 JOHN DONNE . Holy Sonnets Elegy Improvement Psalm cxxxvii Page 33882885.
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... wilt thou do ? When wilt thou shake off this pedantery , Of being taught by sense and fantasy ? Thou look'st through spectacles ; small things seem great Below ; but up unto the watch - tower get , And see all things despoiled of ...
... wilt thou do ? When wilt thou shake off this pedantery , Of being taught by sense and fantasy ? Thou look'st through spectacles ; small things seem great Below ; but up unto the watch - tower get , And see all things despoiled of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ABRAHAM COWLEY angels beauty behold blessed bliss blood BORN breast breath bright canst clouds crown dark dead dear death delight didst divine doth ears earth eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flower foes FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON GEORGE GASCOIGNE glorious glory God's grace grave hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy honour hope immortal John Hatchard king labour let thy light live look Lord mercies MICHAEL DRAYTON mighty mind mortal muse ne'er night nought o'er pain pleasure poems poet poor praise rich RICHARD CRASHAW sacred shine sighs sight sing sins SIR EDWARD SHERBURNE sleep SONG OF PRAISE soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS DEKKER THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thou dost thou hast thought throne thyself true Twas unto virtue voice weep WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT wilt wings wouldst
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Página 321 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Página 58 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so: For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be...
Página 325 - And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity ; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense, A several sin to every sense, But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness. O how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track!
Página 59 - Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Página 320 - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear; It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.
Página 333 - I SAW Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, ^ All calm, as it was bright ; And round Beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov'd ; in which the world And all her train were hurl'd.
Página 314 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Página 315 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When, God knows, I'm toss'd about, Either with despair, or doubt ; Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Página 58 - At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes, Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
Página 324 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back — at that short space — Could see a glimpse of his bright face...