England's AntiphonMacmillan, 1868 - 332 sider |
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Side 4
... leave Anglo - Saxon behind us . In Early English , I shall give a few valuable lyrics , but they shall not be so far removed from our present speech but that , with a reasonable amount of assist- ance , the nature and degree of which I ...
... leave Anglo - Saxon behind us . In Early English , I shall give a few valuable lyrics , but they shall not be so far removed from our present speech but that , with a reasonable amount of assist- ance , the nature and degree of which I ...
Side 25
... leave the gates , the angel with the flaming sword ends his speech thus : This bliss I spere from you right fast ; Herein come ye no more , Till a child of a maid be born , And upon the rood rent and torn , To save all that ye have ...
... leave the gates , the angel with the flaming sword ends his speech thus : This bliss I spere from you right fast ; Herein come ye no more , Till a child of a maid be born , And upon the rood rent and torn , To save all that ye have ...
Side 32
... leave of this mode , I would give one fine specimen from another poem , lately printed , for the first time in full , from Bishop Percy's manu- script . It may chronologically belong to the begin- ning of the next century : its proper ...
... leave of this mode , I would give one fine specimen from another poem , lately printed , for the first time in full , from Bishop Percy's manu- script . It may chronologically belong to the begin- ning of the next century : its proper ...
Side 38
... leaves of burnished silver , gravel of precious Orient pearls , form the landscape , in which are delicious fruits , and birds of flaming colours and sweet songs : its loveliness no man with a tongue is worthy to describe . He comes to ...
... leaves of burnished silver , gravel of precious Orient pearls , form the landscape , in which are delicious fruits , and birds of flaming colours and sweet songs : its loveliness no man with a tongue is worthy to describe . He comes to ...
Side 76
... leaves the ear of the mind in a satisfied peace ! There are a few fine lines in the poem . The last two lines of the first stanza are admirable ; the last two of the second very weak . The last stanza is good throughout . But it would ...
... leaves the ear of the mind in a satisfied peace ! There are a few fine lines in the poem . The last two lines of the first stanza are admirable ; the last two of the second very weak . The last stanza is good throughout . But it would ...
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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.