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... FLETCHER • Sylvester Drummond of Hawthornden 3555 27 57 59 GEORGE WITHER 61 Herrick 192 196 Heywood • FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE HERBERT Habington Vaughan RICHARD CRASHAW More Norris Beaumont Flatman SUPPLEMENT 197 • 230 288 291 • 295 326 ...
... FLETCHER • Sylvester Drummond of Hawthornden 3555 27 57 59 GEORGE WITHER 61 Herrick 192 196 Heywood • FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE HERBERT Habington Vaughan RICHARD CRASHAW More Norris Beaumont Flatman SUPPLEMENT 197 • 230 288 291 • 295 326 ...
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... irreverent footstep , and I shall not have lingered there in vain , if I have renewed one obliterated inscription , or bound one flower upon their tomb . 27 GILES FLETCHER . GILES FLETCHER , the author of 26 SIR WALTER RALEIGH .
... irreverent footstep , and I shall not have lingered there in vain , if I have renewed one obliterated inscription , or bound one flower upon their tomb . 27 GILES FLETCHER . GILES FLETCHER , the author of 26 SIR WALTER RALEIGH .
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Robert Aris Willmott. 27 GILES FLETCHER . GILES FLETCHER , the author of one of the finest reli- gious poems to which ... Fletcher's life little has hitherto been told , and that little imperfectly . Mr. Chalmers has reprinted Christ's ...
Robert Aris Willmott. 27 GILES FLETCHER . GILES FLETCHER , the author of one of the finest reli- gious poems to which ... Fletcher's life little has hitherto been told , and that little imperfectly . Mr. Chalmers has reprinted Christ's ...
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... Fletcher's arrival in London , he sent for his intimate friend Mr. Wayland , Prebendary of St. Paul's , and tutor to Fuller's father , " with whom he expressed his thankfulness to terms of his mental and personal accomplishments ...
... Fletcher's arrival in London , he sent for his intimate friend Mr. Wayland , Prebendary of St. Paul's , and tutor to Fuller's father , " with whom he expressed his thankfulness to terms of his mental and personal accomplishments ...
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... Fletcher also wrote a very curious Discourse concern- ing the Tartars , which Whiston reprinted in his Memoirs , Giles Fletcher , the poet , we are told by Fuller , was born in the city of Londont , and according to Mr. Chalmers's ...
... Fletcher also wrote a very curious Discourse concern- ing the Tartars , which Whiston reprinted in his Memoirs , Giles Fletcher , the poet , we are told by Fuller , was born in the city of Londont , and according to Mr. Chalmers's ...
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Sida 229 - 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...
Sida 225 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a...
Sida 196 - However, I need not their help to reprove the vanity of those many love-poems, that are daily writ, and consecrated to Venus ; nor to bewail that so few are writ, that look towards God and Heaven. For my own part, my meaning — dear Mother — is, in these Sonnets, to declare my resolution to be, that my poor abilities in Poetry, shall be all and ever consecrated to God's glory: and I beg you to receive this as one testimony.
Sida 245 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white, celestial thought, When yet I had not walked above A mile or two, from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of his bright face; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Sida 176 - When the passing-bell doth toll, And the furies in a shoal Come to fright a parting soul, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the tapers now burn blue, And the comforters are few, And that number more than true, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Sida 307 - Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts : and then shall every man have praise of God.
Sida 307 - But why dost thou judge thy brother? or why dost thou set at nought thy brother? for we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ.
Sida 245 - But when the hand that locked her up gives room, She'll shine through all the sphere. O Father of eternal life, and all Created glories under Thee, Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall Into true liberty. Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass ; Or else remove me hence unto that hill, Where I shall need no glass.
Sida 68 - Some things that may sweeten gladness, In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made; The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves; This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss: The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight; This my chamber of neglect, Walled about with disrespect. From all these, and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and delight.
Sida 175 - In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!