England's AntiphonMacmillan, 1868 - 332 sider |
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Side 19
... holy Lamb From sin washed us all . At the nones Jesus Christ Felt the hard death ; He to his father " Eloi ! " cried , Gan up yield his breath . A soldier with a sharp spear Pierced his right side ; The earth shook , the sun grew dim ...
... holy Lamb From sin washed us all . At the nones Jesus Christ Felt the hard death ; He to his father " Eloi ! " cried , Gan up yield his breath . A soldier with a sharp spear Pierced his right side ; The earth shook , the sun grew dim ...
Side 23
... holy because of the proximity of the ridiculous . There seems to me considerably more of poetic worth scattered through these plays than is generally recognized ; and I am glad to be able to do a little to set forth the fact . I cannot ...
... holy because of the proximity of the ridiculous . There seems to me considerably more of poetic worth scattered through these plays than is generally recognized ; and I am glad to be able to do a little to set forth the fact . I cannot ...
Side 29
... Holy Ghost ; The Assumption of the Virgin ; and Doomsday , close the series . I have quoted enough to show that these plays must , in the condition of the people to whom they were presented , have had much to do with their religious ...
... Holy Ghost ; The Assumption of the Virgin ; and Doomsday , close the series . I have quoted enough to show that these plays must , in the condition of the people to whom they were presented , have had much to do with their religious ...
Side 31
... Holy heaven upon high wholly he formed ; And is almighty himself over all his workés ; And wrought as his will was , the world and the heaven ; And on gentle Jesus Christ , engendered of himselven , His own only Son , Lord over all y ...
... Holy heaven upon high wholly he formed ; And is almighty himself over all his workés ; And wrought as his will was , the world and the heaven ; And on gentle Jesus Christ , engendered of himselven , His own only Son , Lord over all y ...
Side 53
... holy church in middle - erde , Bring thy folds and flocks in one , And rule them rightly with one herd . lies . spiritual . the world . We now approach the second revival of literature , preceded in England by the arrival of the art of ...
... holy church in middle - erde , Bring thy folds and flocks in one , And rule them rightly with one herd . lies . spiritual . the world . We now approach the second revival of literature , preceded in England by the arrival of the art of ...
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allegory angels Ben Jonson blessed blest bliss born breast called Canonical Hours Christ comfort crown dark dear death divine Donne dost doth doubt dwell earth EDMUND WALLER eternal eyes faith fancy Father fear feeling flowers George Herbert GEORGE SANDYS Giles Fletcher give glorious glory God's grace hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell Henry Vaughan heroic couplet holy hymn JEREMY TAYLOR Jesus JOHN BYROM king light live look Lord lyric mercy Milton mind Miracle Plays mystical nature never night nought peace poem poet poetic poetry praise prayer PSALM reader religious rhyme rise Robert Herrick shepherds shine sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stanza star symbol thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thou art thou hast thought thyself true truth unto utterance verse voice words worship write
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Side 207 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Side 72 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Side 122 - 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...
Side 310 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD!
Side 139 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Side 248 - See, how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn, Into the blowing roses, (Yet careless of its mansion new, For the clear region where 'twas born,) Round in itself incloses And, in its little globe's extent, Frames, as it can, its native element. How it the purple flower does slight, Scarce touching where it lies ; But gazing back upon the skies, Shines with a mournful light, Like its own tear, Because so long divided from the sphere.
Side 310 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Side 205 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Side 287 - Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not; And let Thy will be done.
Side 267 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.