Lives of the English Sacred Poets, Volumen 1J.W. Parker, 1839 |
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... Lord Treasurer , entreating either that a day might be appointed for his trial , or that his rela- tions and friends might be allowed to visit him . Cecil is said to have replied , that if he was in so much haste to be hanged , he ...
... Lord Treasurer , entreating either that a day might be appointed for his trial , or that his rela- tions and friends might be allowed to visit him . Cecil is said to have replied , that if he was in so much haste to be hanged , he ...
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... Lord Buckhurst , whom he suc- ceeded as second Earl of Dorset in 1608. She was the daughter of Thomas Howard , Duke of Norfolk . - See Advertisement to the Triumphs over Death , in the Archaica , vol . i . , 1814 . fulness and love ...
... Lord Buckhurst , whom he suc- ceeded as second Earl of Dorset in 1608. She was the daughter of Thomas Howard , Duke of Norfolk . - See Advertisement to the Triumphs over Death , in the Archaica , vol . i . , 1814 . fulness and love ...
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... Lord , how long , how long wilt Thou Quite forget and quite neglect me ? How long with a frowning brow Wilt Thou from thy sight reject me ? How long shall I seek a way From this range of thoughts perplex'd , Where my griev'd mind ...
... Lord , how long , how long wilt Thou Quite forget and quite neglect me ? How long with a frowning brow Wilt Thou from thy sight reject me ? How long shall I seek a way From this range of thoughts perplex'd , Where my griev'd mind ...
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Robert Aris Willmott. Hear , O Lord and God , my cries , Mock my foe's unjust abusing , And illuminate mine eyes , Heavenly beams in them infusing . Lest my woes too great to bear , And too infinite to number , Rock me soon , ' twixt ...
Robert Aris Willmott. Hear , O Lord and God , my cries , Mock my foe's unjust abusing , And illuminate mine eyes , Heavenly beams in them infusing . Lest my woes too great to bear , And too infinite to number , Rock me soon , ' twixt ...
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... Lord , my God , thou shalt be praised , With my heart to heaven raised , And whilst I have breath to live , Thanks to Thee my breath shall give . Mighty men with malice endless , Band * against me helpless , friendless , Using , without ...
... Lord , my God , thou shalt be praised , With my heart to heaven raised , And whilst I have breath to live , Thanks to Thee my breath shall give . Mighty men with malice endless , Band * against me helpless , friendless , Using , without ...
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Página 108 - By a daisy whose leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me, Than all Nature's beauties can, In some other wiser man.
Página 106 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Página 4 - Immediately a place Before his eyes appeared, sad, noisome, dark; A lazar-house it seemed, wherein were laid Numbers of all diseased, all maladies Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms Of heart-sick agony; all feverous kinds, Convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs, Intestine stone and ulcer, colic pangs, Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness, pining atrophy, Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence, Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums.
Página 206 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When, God knows, I'm tossed about Either with despair, or doubt, Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the Tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Página 247 - 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.
Página 290 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Página 265 - THE merry world did on a day With his train-bands and mates agree To meet together, where I lay, And all in sport to jeer at me. First, Beauty crept into a rose ; Which when I pluckt not, Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. Then Money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man ? said he : I heard in Music you had skill: But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Página 275 - 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 sweet and...
Página 108 - 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, Wall'd 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...
Página 82 - The garden like a lady fair was cut, That lay as if she slumbered in delight, And to the open skies her eyes did shut. The azure fields of Heaven were 'sembled right In a large round set with the flowers of light. The flowers de luce and the round sparks of dew That hung upon their azure leaves did shew Like twinkling stars that sparkle in the evening blue.