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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... shew to all That doe professe the same . CHORUS VENETVS . SING praise to God , both young and olde , That in this towne remaine , With voice and euery instrument Found out by mortall braine . Sing praises to our mightie God , Praise our ...
... shew to all That doe professe the same . CHORUS VENETVS . SING praise to God , both young and olde , That in this towne remaine , With voice and euery instrument Found out by mortall braine . Sing praises to our mightie God , Praise our ...
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... shew the faithfull heart ; Believe the word , and thereto bend thy will , And teach obedience for a blessed skill . Chide sinners as the father doth his childe , And keepe them in the awe of loving feare ; Make sin most hatefull , but ...
... shew the faithfull heart ; Believe the word , and thereto bend thy will , And teach obedience for a blessed skill . Chide sinners as the father doth his childe , And keepe them in the awe of loving feare ; Make sin most hatefull , but ...
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... shew how sin and death are overtrod , But by the vertue of the power divine ; Our thoughts but vaine , our substance slime and dust , And only Christ for our eternal trust ! This would I be ; and say ' would not ' no more , But only ...
... shew how sin and death are overtrod , But by the vertue of the power divine ; Our thoughts but vaine , our substance slime and dust , And only Christ for our eternal trust ! This would I be ; and say ' would not ' no more , But only ...
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... shew Like twinkling starres , that sparkle in the evening blew . Upon a hillie bank her head she cast , On which the bowre of Vain - delight was built ; White and red roses for her face were plac't , And for her tresses marigolds were ...
... shew Like twinkling starres , that sparkle in the evening blew . Upon a hillie bank her head she cast , On which the bowre of Vain - delight was built ; White and red roses for her face were plac't , And for her tresses marigolds were ...
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... shew me . Thou wilt not alter , but from have to hold , From catch to keepe , from much to gather more , From cottages to farmes , from lead to gold , From competence into superfluous store : Thy nature nought to such but envie yields ...
... shew me . Thou wilt not alter , but from have to hold , From catch to keepe , from much to gather more , From cottages to farmes , from lead to gold , From competence into superfluous store : Thy nature nought to such but envie yields ...
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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...