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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... feare already shakes my every joynt : Then , as my soule to heaven , her first seate , takes flight , And earth - borne body in the earth shall dwell ; So fall my sinnes , that all may have their right , To where they are bred , and ...
... feare already shakes my every joynt : Then , as my soule to heaven , her first seate , takes flight , And earth - borne body in the earth shall dwell ; So fall my sinnes , that all may have their right , To where they are bred , and ...
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... feare , that when I have spunne My last thred I shall perish on the shore : But sweare by thyselfe that at my death thy sonne Shall shine as he shines now and heretofore ; And having done that , thou hast done— I feare no more . HYMNE ...
... feare , that when I have spunne My last thred I shall perish on the shore : But sweare by thyselfe that at my death thy sonne Shall shine as he shines now and heretofore ; And having done that , thou hast done— I feare no more . HYMNE ...
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... Feare of first or last death bring miserie , If in thy little booke my name thou enroules : Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified , But made that there of which , and for which , ' twas , Nor can be other meanes be glorified . May ...
... Feare of first or last death bring miserie , If in thy little booke my name thou enroules : Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified , But made that there of which , and for which , ' twas , Nor can be other meanes be glorified . May ...
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... feare Of God's consuming curse : His gaines Doth pull with paines Plagues from the poore man's purse . The furious flames of Sodom's sodaine fire With feruent force consume vaine pride to nought ; With wings of wax let soaring him ...
... feare Of God's consuming curse : His gaines Doth pull with paines Plagues from the poore man's purse . The furious flames of Sodom's sodaine fire With feruent force consume vaine pride to nought ; With wings of wax let soaring him ...
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... feare Envy or malice would betray my trust , And some vile spirit , though against the haire , Would seeke to lay mine honor in the dust : Treason or murther would beset me so , I should not knowe who were my friend or foe . No , I doe ...
... feare Envy or malice would betray my trust , And some vile spirit , though against the haire , Would seeke to lay mine honor in the dust : Treason or murther would beset me so , I should not knowe who were my friend or foe . No , I doe ...
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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...