Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... poor estate is rich . My conscience is my crown , Contented thoughts my rest , My heart is happy in itself , My bliss is in my breast . Enough , I reckon wealth ; A mean , the surest lot , That lies too high for base contempt , Too low ...
... poor estate is rich . My conscience is my crown , Contented thoughts my rest , My heart is happy in itself , My bliss is in my breast . Enough , I reckon wealth ; A mean , the surest lot , That lies too high for base contempt , Too low ...
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... poor Mardocheus wept , Yet God did turn his fate upon his foe : The lazar pined while Dives ' feast was kept , Yet he to heaven , to hell did Dives go . We trample grass , and prize the flowers of May , Yet grass is green when flowers ...
... poor Mardocheus wept , Yet God did turn his fate upon his foe : The lazar pined while Dives ' feast was kept , Yet he to heaven , to hell did Dives go . We trample grass , and prize the flowers of May , Yet grass is green when flowers ...
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... poor ; For some that hath abundance at his will , Hath not enough , but wants in greater store ; And other , that hath little , asks no more But in that little is both rich and wise ; For wisdom is most riches fools therefore ; They are ...
... poor ; For some that hath abundance at his will , Hath not enough , but wants in greater store ; And other , that hath little , asks no more But in that little is both rich and wise ; For wisdom is most riches fools therefore ; They are ...
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... poor oak's hungry grain . The swelling sea seethes in his angry waves , And smites the earth that dares the traitors nourish ; Yet oft his thunder their light cork outbraves , Mowing the mountains , on whose temples flourish Whole woods ...
... poor oak's hungry grain . The swelling sea seethes in his angry waves , And smites the earth that dares the traitors nourish ; Yet oft his thunder their light cork outbraves , Mowing the mountains , on whose temples flourish Whole woods ...
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... oracles were stricken dumb ; To see their Shepherd the poor shepherds press ; To see their King the kingly sophics come ; And then , to guide unto his master's home , 1 H A star comes dancing up the orient , That springs 36 GILES FLETCHER .
... oracles were stricken dumb ; To see their Shepherd the poor shepherds press ; To see their King the kingly sophics come ; And then , to guide unto his master's home , 1 H A star comes dancing up the orient , That springs 36 GILES FLETCHER .
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ABRAHAM COWLEY adore angels arched magazines beams beauty behold blessed bliss blood born breast breath bright clouds Corpus Christi College creeping song crown dark death delight didst divine dost doth dread e'en earth EDMUND WALLER eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER glorious glory golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour humble HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy Midian mighty mind mortal night o'er pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet praise proud PSALM rage rest rich rise round sacred shade shalt shine showers sighs sight sing skies song sorrow soul spirit spring stars streams sweet tears Thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD Thou Thou art thought thousand throne thunder unto voice waves wind wings wonders
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Page 247 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 204 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Page 244 - 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.
Page 250 - 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...
Page 137 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Page 245 - 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...
Page 172 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Page 25 - Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Page 270 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Page 138 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train...