England's AntiphonMacmillan, 1868 - 332 หน้า |
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... thee seye , Better is that I one deye Than all mankind to hellé go . " " Son , I see thy body byswongen , Feet and hands throughout stongen : No wonder though me be woe . " " Mother , now I shall thee tell , If I not die , thou goest to ...
... thee seye , Better is that I one deye Than all mankind to hellé go . " " Son , I see thy body byswongen , Feet and hands throughout stongen : No wonder though me be woe . " " Mother , now I shall thee tell , If I not die , thou goest to ...
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... thee tell ! But it be the pain of hell More sorrow wot I none . " " Mother , rue of mother - care , For now thou wost of mother - fare , 66 Though thou be clean maiden mon . Soné , help at allé need Allé those that to me grede , Maiden ...
... thee tell ! But it be the pain of hell More sorrow wot I none . " " Mother , rue of mother - care , For now thou wost of mother - fare , 66 Though thou be clean maiden mon . Soné , help at allé need Allé those that to me grede , Maiden ...
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... thee . High upon a down , Where all folk it see may , A mile from each town , About the mid - day , The rood is up areared ; His friendés are afeared , And clingeth so the clay ; 2 The rood stands in stone , Mary stands her on , And ...
... thee . High upon a down , Where all folk it see may , A mile from each town , About the mid - day , The rood is up areared ; His friendés are afeared , And clingeth so the clay ; 2 The rood stands in stone , Mary stands her on , And ...
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... thee is on . Oft when I sike And makie my moan , Well ill though me like , Wonder is it none , 1 When I see hang high And bitter pains dreye , Jesu , my lemmon ! His woundés sore smart , The spear all to his heart And through his side ...
... thee is on . Oft when I sike And makie my moan , Well ill though me like , Wonder is it none , 1 When I see hang high And bitter pains dreye , Jesu , my lemmon ! His woundés sore smart , The spear all to his heart And through his side ...
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... thee , When he woldé make thee free , And become thy brother . stung or pierced . lashed . endured . much . The simplicity , the tenderness , the devotion of these lyrics is to me wonderful . Observe their realism , as , for instance ...
... thee , When he woldé make thee free , And become thy brother . stung or pierced . lashed . endured . much . The simplicity , the tenderness , the devotion of these lyrics is to me wonderful . Observe their realism , as , for instance ...
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หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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...
หน้า 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!
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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!
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.