England's Antiphon |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 28
Page 6
... Christ , will as certainly breed worms as any omer of hoarded manna . Holding the skirt of his garment in one hand , we shall in the other hold the key to all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge . MODE OF PRESENTMENT . 7 I think ...
... Christ , will as certainly breed worms as any omer of hoarded manna . Holding the skirt of his garment in one hand , we shall in the other hold the key to all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge . MODE OF PRESENTMENT . 7 I think ...
Page 13
... Christ that tholed ded He may our souls to heaven led Within a little stound . unwise . cease . perishes . endured death . lead . moment . 1 " It is no wonder though it pleases me very ill . " Jesus , that was mild and free , Was with.
... Christ that tholed ded He may our souls to heaven led Within a little stound . unwise . cease . perishes . endured death . lead . moment . 1 " It is no wonder though it pleases me very ill . " Jesus , that was mild and free , Was with.
Page 14
... Christ , instead of as a means of gathering strength wherewith to serve him by being in the world as he was in the world . From a poem of forty - eight stanzas I choose five , partly in order to manifest that , although there is in it ...
... Christ , instead of as a means of gathering strength wherewith to serve him by being in the world as he was in the world . From a poem of forty - eight stanzas I choose five , partly in order to manifest that , although there is in it ...
Page 19
... Christ Felt the hard death ; He to his father " Eloi ! " cried , Gan up yield his breath . A soldier with a sharp spear Pierced his right side ; ; The earth shook , the sun grew dim , The moment that he died . He was taken off the cross ...
... Christ Felt the hard death ; He to his father " Eloi ! " cried , Gan up yield his breath . A soldier with a sharp spear Pierced his right side ; ; The earth shook , the sun grew dim , The moment that he died . He was taken off the cross ...
Page 28
... Christ comes to the gates of hell , and says : Undo your gates of sorwatorie ; On man's soul I have memorie ; There cometh now the king of glory , These gates for to breke ! Ye devils that are here within , Hell gates ye shall unpin ; I ...
... Christ comes to the gates of hell , and says : Undo your gates of sorwatorie ; On man's soul I have memorie ; There cometh now the king of glory , These gates for to breke ! Ye devils that are here within , Hell gates ye shall unpin ; I ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
allegory angels Ben Jonson blessed blest bliss born breast called Canonical Hours Christ comfort crown dark dear death divine Donne dost doth doubt dread dwell earth EDMUND WALLER eternal eyes faith fancy Father fear feeling flowers George Herbert GEORGE SANDYS Giles Fletcher give glorious glory God's grace hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell Henry Vaughan heroic couplet holy hymn JEREMY TAYLOR Jesus JOHN BYROM king light live look Lord lyric mercy Milton mind Miracle Plays mystical nature never night nought peace poem poet poetic poetry praise prayer PSALM reader religious rhyme rise Robert Herrick shepherds shine sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stanza star symbol thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thou art thou hast thought thyself true truth unto utterance verse voice words worship write
Popular passages
Page 207 - 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.
Page 72 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Page 122 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
Page 310 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD!
Page 139 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Page 248 - See, how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn, Into the blowing roses, (Yet careless of its mansion new, For the clear region where 'twas born,) Round in itself incloses And, in its little globe's extent, Frames, as it can, its native element. How it the purple flower does slight, Scarce touching where it lies ; But gazing back upon the skies, Shines with a mournful light, Like its own tear, Because so long divided from the sphere.
Page 310 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Page 205 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Page 287 - Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not; And let Thy will be done.
Page 267 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.