Complete WorksJ.R. Smith, 1858 - 340 páginas |
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... fear'd diadems . Crowned heads are toys . We go to meet A worthy object , our Lord's feet . 10 THE WEEPER . [ In the edition of 1670 , the volume by Mr. Phillips in 1785 , in Chalmers ' collection , and others ; the previous Poem is ...
... fear'd diadems . Crowned heads are toys . We go to meet A worthy object , our Lord's feet . 10 THE WEEPER . [ In the edition of 1670 , the volume by Mr. Phillips in 1785 , in Chalmers ' collection , and others ; the previous Poem is ...
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... fear Besides this fear of danger there's no danger here , And he that here fears danger does deserve his fear . On the Blessed Virgin's bashfulness . HAT on her lap she casts her humble eye , " Tis the sweet pride of her humility . The ...
... fear Besides this fear of danger there's no danger here , And he that here fears danger does deserve his fear . On the Blessed Virgin's bashfulness . HAT on her lap she casts her humble eye , " Tis the sweet pride of her humility . The ...
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... fear keeps Him aloof : He'll be thy guest ; because He may not be , He'll come into thy house ? No , into thee . H Upon the Powder - day . OW fit our well - rank'd Feasts do follow , All mischief comes after All - Hallow . I am the Door ...
... fear keeps Him aloof : He'll be thy guest ; because He may not be , He'll come into thy house ? No , into thee . H Upon the Powder - day . OW fit our well - rank'd Feasts do follow , All mischief comes after All - Hallow . I am the Door ...
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... fears . Save those of fear , no other bands fear I ; Nor other death than this ; the fear to die . On St. Peter casting away his Nets at our Saviour's Call . HOU hast the art on't , Peter , and canst tell To cast thy nets on all ...
... fears . Save those of fear , no other bands fear I ; Nor other death than this ; the fear to die . On St. Peter casting away his Nets at our Saviour's Call . HOU hast the art on't , Peter , and canst tell To cast thy nets on all ...
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... fears Are yet both in their hopes , not come to years . The day of my dark woes is yet but morn , My tears but tender , and my death new - born . Yet may these unfledged griefs give fate some guess , These cradle - torments have their ...
... fears Are yet both in their hopes , not come to years . The day of my dark woes is yet but morn , My tears but tender , and my death new - born . Yet may these unfledged griefs give fate some guess , These cradle - torments have their ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adeo adhuc Æther amor Antiphon atque blush breast breath bright Christe cœli cœlo COUNTESS OF DENBIGH Crashaw dæmon dart dear death dedit Deus dicere doth ecce enim erat Ergo erit eyes face fire flame fuit glory habet hæc hanc hast hath heart heaven hinc ignes illa ille illi Inque ipsa ipse ista JOAN joys kiss lacrymas live Lord Love's magis manus MATTH mihi murmurs neque night nihil nives nunc oculis oculos oculus opus Pater precious procul puer quæ quam quid Quippe quis quod quoque Responsor sacrum Sæpe satis scilicet shalt sibi sinus smile soft soul staret sunt suum sweet tamen tantum tears tenebras thee Thine thou Thy Cross thyself tibi tuæ tuam tuis tunc tuum tuus umbra unda velit venit Versicle vex'd vitæ vulnera weep wounds
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Página 133 - And teach her fair steps tread our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine : — Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
Página 133 - And teach her fair steps to our earth : Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses. I wish her Beauty, That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie: Something more than Taffata or tissue can, Or rampant feather, or rich fan.
Página 135 - Can tame the wanton day Of gems that in their bright shades play. Each ruby there, Or pearl that dare appear, Be its own blush, be its own tear. A well-tamed Heart, For whose more noble smart Love may be long choosing a dart. Eyes, that bestow Full quivers on love's bow, Yet pay less arrows than they owe.
Página xvii - I'm sure, was in the right ; And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee...
Página xvii - Elisha-like (but with a wish much less, More fit thy greatness, and my littleness) Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove So humble to esteem, so good to love) Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be, I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me ; And when my muse soars with so strong a wing, 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.
Página 134 - Of shop, or silkworms' toil, Or a bought blush, or a set smile. A face that's best By its own beauty drest, And can alone command the rest. A face made up Out of no other shop Than what nature's white hand sets ope.
Página 20 - One went to brag, th' other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not lend his eye. One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Página 38 - Poor world (said I), what wilt thou do To entertain this starry Stranger ? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold, and not too cleanly, manger ? Contend, the powers of Heaven and Earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth ? Chorus: Contend, the powers, etc.
Página 40 - She sings Thy tears asleep, and dips Her kisses in Thy weeping eye ; She spreads the red leaves of Thy lips, That in their buds yet blushing lie. She 'gainst those mother diamonds tries The points of her young eagle's eyes. Welcome — tho' not to those gay flies, Gilded i...
Página 10 - Not in the evening's eyes, When they red with weeping are For the sun that dies, Sits sorrow with a face so fair; Nowhere but here did ever meet Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet.