Prayers from the Poets: A Calendar of DevotionLaurie Magnus, Cecil Headlam Geo. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1903 - 369 strani |
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Stran 19
... earthly spark To yonder argent round ; So shows my soul before the Lamb , My spirit before Thee ; So in mine earthly house I am , To that I hope to be . Break up the heavens , O Lord ! and far PRAYERS FROM THE POETS . 19.
... earthly spark To yonder argent round ; So shows my soul before the Lamb , My spirit before Thee ; So in mine earthly house I am , To that I hope to be . Break up the heavens , O Lord ! and far PRAYERS FROM THE POETS . 19.
Stran 25
... the silence round them , Undistracted by the sights they see , These demand not that the things without them Yield them joy , amusement , sympathy . And with joy the stars perform their shining , And PRAYERS FROM THE POETS . 25.
... the silence round them , Undistracted by the sights they see , These demand not that the things without them Yield them joy , amusement , sympathy . And with joy the stars perform their shining , And PRAYERS FROM THE POETS . 25.
Stran 27
... round him in the strife , Or mild concerns of ordinary life , A constant influence , a peculiar grace ; But who , if he be called upon to face common Some awful moment , to which Heaven has joined Great issues , good or bad , for ...
... round him in the strife , Or mild concerns of ordinary life , A constant influence , a peculiar grace ; But who , if he be called upon to face common Some awful moment , to which Heaven has joined Great issues , good or bad , for ...
Stran 32
... rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court ; and there the antic sits , Scoffing his state , and grinning at his pomp , Allowing him a breath , a little scene To monarchize , be feared , and kill with looks , Infusing him ...
... rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court ; and there the antic sits , Scoffing his state , and grinning at his pomp , Allowing him a breath , a little scene To monarchize , be feared , and kill with looks , Infusing him ...
Stran 35
... round Enmesh me , and impute my Fall to Sin ? Oh Thou who Man of baser Earth didst make , And who with Eden didst devise the Snake ; For all the sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blacken'd , Man's Forgiveness give - and take ! OMAR ...
... round Enmesh me , and impute my Fall to Sin ? Oh Thou who Man of baser Earth didst make , And who with Eden didst devise the Snake ; For all the sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blacken'd , Man's Forgiveness give - and take ! OMAR ...
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A. H. CLOUGH Almighty angels beams beauty behold blessed breath bright canst CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds comfort Coventry Patmore creatures D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep didst divine doth dread dust dwell earth EDMUND SPENSER eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear FRANCIS QUARLES give glorious glory H. C. BEEChing hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Lucas HENRY VAUGHAN holy hope hour JOHN JOHN DONNE JOHN KEBLE King let Thy light live look Lord mighty night o'er pain peace pray prayer rest rise Saviour shine sigh sing sins sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strength sweet tears Thee Thine things THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS PARNELL Thou art Thou dost Thou hast Thou wilt thoughts throne Thy face Thy grace Thy hand Thy love Thy mercy Thy name Thy praise Thyself unto voice WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wisdom wrath
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Stran 365 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. cvi Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Stran 105 - WILT Thou forgive that sin, where I begun, Which was my sin though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more.
Stran 124 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen Thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Stran 32 - Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Stran 365 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Stran 300 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Stran 251 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Stran 26 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Stran 206 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. "There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine...
Stran 129 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.