Prayers from the Poets: A Calendar of DevotionLaurie Magnus, Cecil Headlam Geo. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1903 - 369 страница |
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... doth earthe forsake . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . JANUARY 3 . MISERERE , DOMINE . O THOU unknown , Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear ! In whose dread presence , ere an hour , Perhaps I must appear ! If I have wandered in those paths Of ...
... doth earthe forsake . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . JANUARY 3 . MISERERE , DOMINE . O THOU unknown , Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear ! In whose dread presence , ere an hour , Perhaps I must appear ! If I have wandered in those paths Of ...
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... doth Thy right hand guide us through the world Wherein we stumble . Or , say he erred- Save him , dear God ; it will be like Thee : bathe him In light and life ! Thou art not made like us ; We should be wroth in such a case : but Thou ...
... doth Thy right hand guide us through the world Wherein we stumble . Or , say he erred- Save him , dear God ; it will be like Thee : bathe him In light and life ! Thou art not made like us ; We should be wroth in such a case : but Thou ...
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... doth never cease : In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears ; Nor let his eye See sin , but through my tears . PHINEAS FLETCHER . SCEPTRE and Star divine , Who in Thine inmost shrine 20 PRAYERS FROM THE POETS .
... doth never cease : In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears ; Nor let his eye See sin , but through my tears . PHINEAS FLETCHER . SCEPTRE and Star divine , Who in Thine inmost shrine 20 PRAYERS FROM THE POETS .
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... doth stray . But if or He or I may live and speak , And heav'n rejoice to see a sinner weep , Oh ! let not Justice ' iron sceptre break A heart already broke ; that low doth creep , 30 PRAYERS FROM THE POETS .
... doth stray . But if or He or I may live and speak , And heav'n rejoice to see a sinner weep , Oh ! let not Justice ' iron sceptre break A heart already broke ; that low doth creep , 30 PRAYERS FROM THE POETS .
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... doth creep , And with humility her feet's dust doth sweep . Must all go by desert ? is nothing free ? Ah ! if but chose , who only worthy be , None should Thee ever see , none should Thee ever see ! What hath man done , that man shall ...
... doth creep , And with humility her feet's dust doth sweep . Must all go by desert ? is nothing free ? Ah ! if but chose , who only worthy be , None should Thee ever see , none should Thee ever see ! What hath man done , that man shall ...
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A. H. CLOUGH Almighty angels beams beauty behold blessed breath bright canst CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds comfort Coventry Patmore creatures D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep didst divine doth dread dust dwell earth EDMUND SPENSER eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear FRANCIS QUARLES give glorious glory H. C. BEEChing hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Lucas HENRY VAUGHAN holy hope hour JOHN JOHN DONNE JOHN KEBLE King let Thy light live look Lord mighty night o'er pain peace pray prayer rest rise Saviour shine sigh sing sins sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strength sweet tears Thee Thine things THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS PARNELL Thou art Thou dost Thou hast Thou wilt thoughts throne Thy face Thy grace Thy hand Thy love Thy mercy Thy name Thy praise Thyself unto voice WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wisdom wrath
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Страница 365 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. cvi Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Страница 105 - WILT Thou forgive that sin, where I begun, Which was my sin though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more.
Страница 124 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen Thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Страница 32 - Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Страница 365 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Страница 300 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Страница 251 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Страница 26 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Страница 206 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. "There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine...
Страница 129 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.