England's AntiphonMacmillan, 1868 - 332 sider |
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Side 8
... poem , the last in his works , sufficiently indicates . From the same sources no doubt spring as well most of the variations of text in the manuscripts . The first of the poems is chiefly a conversation between the Lord on the cross and ...
... poem , the last in his works , sufficiently indicates . From the same sources no doubt spring as well most of the variations of text in the manuscripts . The first of the poems is chiefly a conversation between the Lord on the cross and ...
Side 14
... poem of forty - eight stanzas I choose five , partly in order to manifest that , although there is in it an occasional appearance of what we should 1 I think the poet , wisely anxious to keep his last line just what it is , was ...
... poem of forty - eight stanzas I choose five , partly in order to manifest that , although there is in it an occasional appearance of what we should 1 I think the poet , wisely anxious to keep his last line just what it is , was ...
Side 17
... poems in a certain amount of circulation of a different cast from these ; some a metrical recounting of portions of ... poem on the Seven Sacraments ; of a shorter , associating the Canonical Hours with the principal events of the close ...
... poems in a certain amount of circulation of a different cast from these ; some a metrical recounting of portions of ... poem on the Seven Sacraments ; of a shorter , associating the Canonical Hours with the principal events of the close ...
Side 18
... poetic ; the last is less easy to characterize . The poem is written in the Kentish dialect , and is difficult . I shall now turn into modern verse a part of “ The Canonical Hours , " giving its represented foundation of the various ...
... poetic ; the last is less easy to characterize . The poem is written in the Kentish dialect , and is difficult . I shall now turn into modern verse a part of “ The Canonical Hours , " giving its represented foundation of the various ...
Side 20
... poem in half - translating it thus ; but I have rendered it intelligible to all my readers , have not wandered from ... POEMS OF 20 ENGLAND'S ANTIPHON .
... poem in half - translating it thus ; but I have rendered it intelligible to all my readers , have not wandered from ... POEMS OF 20 ENGLAND'S ANTIPHON .
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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.