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... comforts are so cold , My sorrow makes me in conceit To be decrepit , old , — My hopes to fears ; or else because My fortunes are forlorn , My fancy makes me make myself Unto myself a scorn . In the selection of Wither , I was ...
... comforts are so cold , My sorrow makes me in conceit To be decrepit , old , — My hopes to fears ; or else because My fortunes are forlorn , My fancy makes me make myself Unto myself a scorn . In the selection of Wither , I was ...
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... comfort ; Marôt in poverty and destitution . Of Sternhold's fellow - labourer Hopkins , nothing more than the profession has been ascertained ; he was a clergyman and schoolmaster in Suffolk , and Warton considers him a rather better ...
... comfort ; Marôt in poverty and destitution . Of Sternhold's fellow - labourer Hopkins , nothing more than the profession has been ascertained ; he was a clergyman and schoolmaster in Suffolk , and Warton considers him a rather better ...
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... comfort ; Marôt in poverty and destitution . Of Sternhold's fellow - labourer Hopkins , nothing more than the profession has been ascertained ; he was a clergyman and schoolmaster in Suffolk , and Warton considers him a rather better ...
... comfort ; Marôt in poverty and destitution . Of Sternhold's fellow - labourer Hopkins , nothing more than the profession has been ascertained ; he was a clergyman and schoolmaster in Suffolk , and Warton considers him a rather better ...
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... Comfort , which is replete with the warmest piety and the most glowing imagination . At the expiration of three years he wrote to Cecil , the Lord Quarles has a passage very similar in his Judgment and Mercy for afflicted Souls , & c ...
... Comfort , which is replete with the warmest piety and the most glowing imagination . At the expiration of three years he wrote to Cecil , the Lord Quarles has a passage very similar in his Judgment and Mercy for afflicted Souls , & c ...
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... comfort ; and for ever bring My notes thereof from the bright east to west ; Thy mercy lend unto my soul distrest , Thy grace unto my wits ; then shall the sling Of Righteousness that monster Sathan kill , Who with dispair my dear ...
... comfort ; and for ever bring My notes thereof from the bright east to west ; Thy mercy lend unto my soul distrest , Thy grace unto my wits ; then shall the sling Of Righteousness that monster Sathan kill , Who with dispair my dear ...
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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!
Bibliografisk information
| Titel | Lives of Sacred Poets |
| Författare | Robert Aris Willmott |
| Bidragare | Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge (Great Britain). General Literature Committee |
| Utgivare | J.W. Parker, 1834 |
| Original från | Harvard University |
| Digitaliserad | 30 jan 2006 |
| Längd | 363 sidor |
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