Select Poetry: Chiefly Sacred, of the Reign of King James the FirstEdward Farr University Press, for J. & J.J. Deighton, 1847 - 360 sider |
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... Crown of Thorns , " a poem in eight books , but this is apparently lost to posterity . Winstanley , in his " Honour of Parnassus , " speaks of Sir John Beaumont , as one of " the great souls of numbers , " and his poems certainly ...
... Crown of Thorns , " a poem in eight books , but this is apparently lost to posterity . Winstanley , in his " Honour of Parnassus , " speaks of Sir John Beaumont , as one of " the great souls of numbers , " and his poems certainly ...
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... crowne of prayer and praise . THE SOULE . THEE , eye of heaven , this great soule envies not ; By thy male force is all wee have begot ; In the first East thou now begins to shine ; Suck'st early balme , and island spices there ; And ...
... crowne of prayer and praise . THE SOULE . THEE , eye of heaven , this great soule envies not ; By thy male force is all wee have begot ; In the first East thou now begins to shine ; Suck'st early balme , and island spices there ; And ...
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... crown the fainting soul's true sacrifice , Whom when as sad Repentance coming spies , The holy desperado wipt her smiling eyes . But Mercie felt a kind remorse to runne Through her soft vains , and therefore , hying fast To give an end ...
... crown the fainting soul's true sacrifice , Whom when as sad Repentance coming spies , The holy desperado wipt her smiling eyes . But Mercie felt a kind remorse to runne Through her soft vains , and therefore , hying fast To give an end ...
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... crown the sacrifice , Or strew with idle flow'rs the hallow'd flore ? Or what should prayer deck with herbs and spice Her vialls breathing orisons of price ? If all must pay that which all cannot pay , O first begin with me , and Mercie ...
... crown the sacrifice , Or strew with idle flow'rs the hallow'd flore ? Or what should prayer deck with herbs and spice Her vialls breathing orisons of price ? If all must pay that which all cannot pay , O first begin with me , and Mercie ...
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... crown , they all present . Young John , glad childe ! before he could be born , Leapt in the wombe his joy to prophecie ; Old Anna , though with age all spent and worn , Proclaims her Saviour to posteritie , And Simeon fast his dying ...
... crown , they all present . Young John , glad childe ! before he could be born , Leapt in the wombe his joy to prophecie ; Old Anna , though with age all spent and worn , Proclaims her Saviour to posteritie , And Simeon fast his dying ...
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angels beasts beauty behold blessed blisse bloud breath brest Christ clouds crowne dayes dead death delight dost doth dust dwell earth EMILIA LANYER eternall euery eyes faire fall farre feare fire flames flie foes GILES FLETCHER giue glorious glory God's grace griefe hand hath haue heart heaven heavenly hell HENRY PEACHAM holy honour JOHN WEEVER King James leaue light liue live Lord loue mercy minde mortall neuer never night nought paine peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poem POETS poore praise prayers Prince PSALM published repent rest rich RICHARD BRATHWAITE RICHARD CORBET RICHARD ZOUCHE runne sacred SAMUEL DANIEL shew shine sight sing sinne SIR WILLIAM LEIGHTON song sonne sorrow soule spirit STANZAS starres sunne sweet teares thee thine things THOMAS SCOT thou art thou hast thought Timnah tongue unto vertue vnto vpon wound wrote
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Side 12 - Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done ; For I have more.
Side 11 - 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.
Side 11 - Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Side 9 - Of soules, and to your scattred bodies goe, All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom warre, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despaire, law, chance, hath slaine, and you whose eyes, Shall behold God, and never tast deaths woe. But let them sleepe, Lord, and mee mourne a space, For, if above all these, my sinnes abound, 'Tis late to aske abundance of thy grace, When wee are there...
Side 20 - Zenith to us, and our Antipodes, Humbled below us? or that blood which is The seat of all our Soules...
Side 8 - O soul, where thou dost dwell. The picture of Christ crucified, and tell Whether that countenance can thee affright, Tears in his eyes quench the amazing light, Blood fills his frowns, which from his pierc'd head fell.
Side 19 - East. There I should see a Sunne, by rising set, And by that setting endlesse day beget; But that Christ on this Crosse, did rise and fall, Sinne had eternally benighted all.
Side 19 - Could I behold those hands which span the Poles, And tune all spheares at once, peirc'd with those holes ? Could I behold that endlesse height which is Zenith to us, and our Antipodes, Humbled below us? or that blood which is The seat of all our...
Side 10 - SPIT in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoffe, scourge, and crucifie mee, For I have sinn'd, and sinn'd, and onely hee, Who could do no iniquitie, hath dyed...
Side 72 - No loss, no grief, no change wait on their winged hours. But now their naked bodies scorn the cold, And from their eyes joy looks, and laughs at pain, The infant wonders how he came so old, And old man how he came so young again ; Still resting, though from sleep they still refrain...