Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Volume 21Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing J. Hatchard, 1835 |
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... pain- ful and unnatural restraint upon the powers and tendencies of the human mind . Songs of praise and adoration are the form which the irrepressible utterances of a heart overflowing with a sense of the goodness and the majesty of ...
... pain- ful and unnatural restraint upon the powers and tendencies of the human mind . Songs of praise and adoration are the form which the irrepressible utterances of a heart overflowing with a sense of the goodness and the majesty of ...
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... pains , his poverty , his sharp assays , Through which he past his miserable dayes , Offending none , and doing good to all ... pain , Empierced be with pitiful remorse , And let thy bowels bleed in every vein At sight of his most sacred ...
... pains , his poverty , his sharp assays , Through which he past his miserable dayes , Offending none , and doing good to all ... pain , Empierced be with pitiful remorse , And let thy bowels bleed in every vein At sight of his most sacred ...
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... pain : Their joy , their comfort , their desire , their gain , Is fixed all on that which now they see ; All other sights but fained shadowes bee . And that fair lampe which useth to inflame The hearts of men with self - consuming fire ...
... pain : Their joy , their comfort , their desire , their gain , Is fixed all on that which now they see ; All other sights but fained shadowes bee . And that fair lampe which useth to inflame The hearts of men with self - consuming fire ...
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... pain , Receiv'd the water , but retain'd it not ? In fine , what is it but the fiery coach , 3 Which the youth ... painful earning of one groat a day , Hope SIR JOHN DAVIES . 29.
... pain , Receiv'd the water , but retain'd it not ? In fine , what is it but the fiery coach , 3 Which the youth ... painful earning of one groat a day , Hope SIR JOHN DAVIES . 29.
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Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing. By painful earning of one groat a day , Hope to restore the patrimony spent . The wits that div'd most deep , and soar'd most high , Seeking man's powers , have found his weakness such : Skill comes so ...
Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing. By painful earning of one groat a day , Hope to restore the patrimony spent . The wits that div'd most deep , and soar'd most high , Seeking man's powers , have found his weakness such : Skill comes so ...
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Page 321 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Page 328 - I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Page 315 - It was the winter wild While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Page 253 - 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.
Page 320 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Page 318 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 327 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 236 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
Page 321 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Page 317 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.