The Poetical Works of George Sandys: Introduction. Commendatory verses. A paraphrase upon Job. A paraphrase upon the Psalms of David

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John Russell Smith, 1872 - Bible - 1 pages
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Page xi - I know that Cowley and others far exceed Herbert in wit and accurate composure ; but as Seneca takes with me above all his con- temporaries, because he speaketh things by words, feelingly and seriously, like a man that is past jest ; so Herbert speaks to God like one that really believeth a God, and whose business in the world is most with God. Heart-work and Heaven- work make up his books...
Page lxii - His beautiful steps, wrought the work of our Redemption, triumphed over death, and ascended into glory. Which countries, once so glorious and famous for their happy estate, are now through vice and ingratitude become the most deplored spectacles of extreme misery...
Page lxii - ... temples either subverted or prostituted to impiety; true religion discountenanced and oppressed ; all nobility extinguished; no light of learning permitted, nor virtue cherished ; violence and rapine insulting over all, and leaving no security...
Page xi - He who has arrived the nearest to it, is the ingenious and learned Sandys, the best versifier of the former age ; if I may properly call it by that name which was the former part of this concluding century. For...
Page xiv - Thyrsis ? Whose artful strains have oft delay'd The huddling brook to hear his madrigal, And sweeten'd every muskrose of the dale...
Page 149 - Lord ! as the hart embost with heat , Brays after the cool rivulet, So sighs my soul for thee. My soul thirsts for the living God : When shall I enter his abode, And there his beauty see ? Tears are my food both night and day ; While, Where's thy God ? they daily say ; My soul in plaints I shed ; When I remember, how in throngs We filled thy house with praise and songs; How I their dances led. My soul, why art thou so...
Page xcviii - Quench'd all her thirst, nor satisfi'd, though cloy'd, Weary of her vain search below, above In the first fair may find th' immortal love. Prompted by thy example then, no more In moulds of clay will I my God adore; But tear those idols from my heart, and write What his blest Sp'rit, not fond love, shall indite.
Page lxiii - ... theirs, so great and deserved, are to the rest of the world as threatening instructions. For assistance wherein, I have not only related what I saw of their present condition ; but, so far as convenience might permit, presented a brief view of the former estates and first antiquities of those...
Page 182 - HAPPY sons of Israel, Who in pleasant Canaan dwell, Fill the air with shouts of joy; Shouts redoubled from the sky. Sing the great Jehovah's praise...

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