The Poetical Works of George Sandys: A paraphrase upon the Psalms (cont.) A paraphrase upon Ecclesiastes. A paraphrase upon the Song of Solomon. A paraphrase upon the Lamentations of Jeremiah. A paraphrase upon the songs collected out of the Old and New Testaments. Deo opt. max. Christ's passion, a tragedy. Appendix
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adore Aristobulus behold beneath birth blest blood breast breath Caiaphas Chosus clouds command cries crown crown'd death delight devour display'd divine dreadful ears earth Edom Egypt eternal Ev'n ev'ry eyes fear feast fill'd flames flood foes forest fly fruitful fury glory gods grace grief hands hate hath head hear heart heav'n heav'nly holy honour horrid Israel Jehovah Jerusalem Jews Josephus justice King King of kings land Lebanon light live Lord miseries Mithra mortals mountains never night Past peace Pilate Pompey Pontius Pilate pow'r pray'rs princes PSALM punishment race rage rais'd rocks Romans sacred Sadducees seas shades shalt show'rs Sihon sing sins Sion Sisera skies slew Solyma sorrow soul Sponsus stars sweet sword tears temple Thee Thine throne Thy laws Thy mercy Thy Name Thy pow'r Thy word Tiberius tongue truth Tune 23 Tyrian purple unto vanity vows woes wonders wounds wretched
Page 239 - Man drew from man his birth, But God his noble frame Built of the ruddy earth, Filled with celestial flame. His sons we are ; Sheep by Him led, Preserved and fed With tender care. O to His portals press In your divine resorts: With thanks His power profess, And praise Him in His courts. How good ! how pure ! His mercies last: His promise past For ever sure.
Page 387 - As if untouch'd with sacred oil. The bow of noble Jonathan Great battles won : His arrows on the mighty fed With slaughter red. Saul never raised his arm in vain ; His sword still glutted with the slain. How lovely...
Page 387 - Ton hills of Gilboa, never may You offerings pay; No morning dew, nor fruitful showers, Clothe you with flowers : Saul and his arms there made a spoil, As if untouch'd with sacred oil.
Page 404 - God-like beauty lost — sin's wretched thrall ; No spark of their divine original Left unextinguished ; all enveloped With darkness; in their bold transgressions dead ; When thou didst from the East a light display, Which rendered to the world a clearer day ; Whose precepts from hell's jaws our steps withdraw, And whose example was a living law : Who purg'd us with his blood ; the way prepar'd To heaven, and those long-chain'd-up doors unbarr'd.
Page 406 - I see Thy glory, and Thy mercy meet. Met on the Thracian shores, when in the strife Of frantic Simoans Thou preserv'dst my life. So when Arabian thieves belayed us round, And when, by all abandoned, Thee I found.
Page 388 - They lived with men ! Than eagles swifter; stronger far Than lions are : Whom love in life so strongly tied, The stroke of death could not divide. Sad Israel's daughters, weep for Saul ; Lament his fall, Who fed you with the earth's increase, And...
Page 247 - Great God! how manifold, how infinite Are all thy Works! with what a clear fore-sight Didst thou create and multiply their birth! Thy riches fill the far extended Earth. The ample Sea; in whose unfathom'd Deep Innumerable sorts of Creatures creep: Bright scaled Fishes in her Entrails glide, And high-built Ships upon her bosome ride.
Page 302 - O what is Man, or his frail Race That thou shouldst such a Shadow grace! Next to thy Angels most renown'd; With Majesty and Glory crown'd: The King of all thy Creatures made; That all beneath his feet hath laid: All that on Dales or Mountains feed, That shady Woods or Deserts breed: What in the Airy Region glide, Or through the rowling Ocean slide.
Page 326 - ... Render it agile, witty, valiant, sage, As fits the various course of human age. PRIOR. But sacred wisdom doth apply that good Which simple knowledge barely understood. Be wisely worldly, but not worldly wise. QUARLES. Can you on him such falsities obtrude, And as a mortal the most wise delude ? SANDYS. He who obeys, destruction shall eschew ; A wise man knows both when and what to da SANDYS. There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, And do a wilful stillness...