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... writer . It is the character of Lady Margaret Sackville upon whose death the Triumphs were composed * . " She was by birth second to none , but unto the first in the realm ; yet she measured only greatness by goodness , making nobility ...
... writer . It is the character of Lady Margaret Sackville upon whose death the Triumphs were composed * . " She was by birth second to none , but unto the first in the realm ; yet she measured only greatness by goodness , making nobility ...
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... writer does not chill us with the austerity of its features ; it is humble , joyful , and confident . In the ninety - second sonnet he says , alluding to the earnestness of his devotion , On my soul's knees I lift my spirit's palms ...
... writer does not chill us with the austerity of its features ; it is humble , joyful , and confident . In the ninety - second sonnet he says , alluding to the earnestness of his devotion , On my soul's knees I lift my spirit's palms ...
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... writer . " Malone thinks he was of St. John's College , Cambridge , and took his degree of B.A. in 1579 ; and Dr. Birch sup- poses him to have been a zealous Roman Catholic , and compelled , by his religious tenets , to reside abroad ...
... writer . " Malone thinks he was of St. John's College , Cambridge , and took his degree of B.A. in 1579 ; and Dr. Birch sup- poses him to have been a zealous Roman Catholic , and compelled , by his religious tenets , to reside abroad ...
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... writer , in his edition of the British Poets , but without adding much , if any thing , to the previous stock of knowledge . In the following memoir something has , perhaps , been accomplished towards the illustration of the poet's ...
... writer , in his edition of the British Poets , but without adding much , if any thing , to the previous stock of knowledge . In the following memoir something has , perhaps , been accomplished towards the illustration of the poet's ...
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... writers evinced their skill in blending their mourning with gladness , and while they lamented that " Phœbe ” the foundation of the school . The probability is , that he was a Town- boy , and obtained the patronage of Dr. Nevil ...
... writers evinced their skill in blending their mourning with gladness , and while they lamented that " Phœbe ” the foundation of the school . The probability is , that he was a Town- boy , and obtained the patronage of Dr. Nevil ...
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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!