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The Church Seasons: Historically and Poetically Illustrated Alexander Henley Grant Predogled ni na voljo - 2016 |
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
adore amongst ancient angels Apostles Ascension Ash Wednesday Balaam baptism Bishop blessed blood called Canon celebration century CHRIST is risen Christian Chrysostom Circumcision Circumcision of Christ commemoration Constantinople Council crown custom death Diogenes Laërtius disciples divine doth earth Easter Eastern Church Ecclesiastical Epiphany eternal Eusebius Evangelist eyes faith fast Father feast festival flesh forty days glorious glory God's Gospel grace hath heart heaven heavenly Holy Holy Week Homily honour human Hymns Irenæus Jesus Jewish Jews John King Lent light Lord's Lyra martyrdom martyrs Maundy Thursday Montanists myrrh Nativity nature o'er observed Pascha Paschal Passion peace penitence Pentecost poem poet poetical praise prayer prophet Resurrection Rome sacred Saints Saviour says season shine solemn soul Sozomen Spirit star Sunday Temple Tertullian Thee Thine Thou throne tion Trinity Trinity Sunday unto verses Virgin Week whilst wise words
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 107 - The Oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Stran 69 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Stran 128 - 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 95 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Stran 95 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid.
Stran 71 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Stran 70 - Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Stran 71 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Stran 71 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Stran 267 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears Pride ruled my will : remember not past years...