A New Rendering of the Hebrew Psalms Into English Verse: With Notes, Critical, Historical and Biographical, Including an Historical Sketch of the French, English and Scotch Metrical Versions

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D. Appleton, 1887 - 296 páginas

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Página xix - For us the winds do blow; The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow. Nothing we see but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure: The whole is, either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Página 279 - My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Página xxxiii - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Página lvii - Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens : And, toil'd with works of war, retired himself To Italy ; and there at Venice, gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Página xlv - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair: Ah, happy, happy boughs!
Página xix - More servants wait on man Than he'll take notice of, in every path He treads down that which doth befriend him, When sickness makes him pale and wan. Oh mighty love ! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.
Página xi - Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow, And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...
Página xix - And both, with moons and tides. Nothing hath got so far, But Man hath caught and kept it, as his prey. His eyes dismount the highest star ; He is, in little, all the sphere. Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they Find their acquaintance there.
Página xlviii - Though rooted deep as high, and sturdiest oaks, Bow'd their stiff necks, loaden with stormy blasts, Or torn up sheer.
Página lxix - Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way ? by taking heed thereto according to thy word.

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