Prayers from the Poets: A Calendar of DevotionLaurie Magnus, Cecil Headlam Geo. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1903 - 369 páginas |
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... our iniquities before thee , our secret sins in the light of thy countenance . For all our days are passed away in thy wrath : we spend our years as a tale that is told . A The days of our years are threescore years and ten 21 ...
... our iniquities before thee , our secret sins in the light of thy countenance . For all our days are passed away in thy wrath : we spend our years as a tale that is told . A The days of our years are threescore years and ten 21 ...
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... sins of the world , Give me peace , give me peace ! The mists are round me , rolled and curled , The dark and dangers of the way increase . I cannot pray , Pray as of old . My thoughts are like a flock astray , Wilt Thou not call them ...
... sins of the world , Give me peace , give me peace ! The mists are round me , rolled and curled , The dark and dangers of the way increase . I cannot pray , Pray as of old . My thoughts are like a flock astray , Wilt Thou not call them ...
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... sins with prayer , And all our trespasses Thou wouldst forget . Thy limbs were rack'd with mortal agony , Thine eyes were bathèd with a rain of tears , Pangs , sharp as poison , wrung Thy mouth awry , - Heroic , Lord , Thy strife with ...
... sins with prayer , And all our trespasses Thou wouldst forget . Thy limbs were rack'd with mortal agony , Thine eyes were bathèd with a rain of tears , Pangs , sharp as poison , wrung Thy mouth awry , - Heroic , Lord , Thy strife with ...
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... sins are told , and deep as th ' depths o ' th ' sea ! But , lo ! Thy mercy's greater than them all , And Thine unmeasured mercy is our stay ; O , why take count of worms ? -We are too small , That Thou with might of arms shouldst make ...
... sins are told , and deep as th ' depths o ' th ' sea ! But , lo ! Thy mercy's greater than them all , And Thine unmeasured mercy is our stay ; O , why take count of worms ? -We are too small , That Thou with might of arms shouldst make ...
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... 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 . Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin and made my sins their door ? Wilt Thou forgive ...
... 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 . Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin and made my sins their door ? Wilt Thou forgive ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.