The Discontent. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, ...
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled -- Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust ...
The overfaithful sword returns the user His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. The clamour of the arrogant ...
The dross burned away made radiant refined in these fires the days of my trials Walking with you yoked to ...
So many false kings denying Christ so many other things getting in the way We need to focus center in ...
Gaining from our struggles with God beside us dwelling within us still when we turn to him In the fire ...
Nothing of value all is dross the harvest of the world nothing but waste Nothing of value nothing at all ...
The fullness of God the substance of Christ more than supplanting the law bringing God to the earth All the ...
Bound by your love protected in our journey we are tested, refined like silver the fires of this life Refined, ...
Burned clean, the dross, the edges, the excess burned away in the fire, clean, a reflection of him purified by ...
The Pastor was right about the error, the missed point of the scripture in the speech of the firebrand, the ...
So hard to grapple with the folly of our choices the stubborn march to dismay, destruction the lost souls of ...
Listening for that still quiet voice that inner calm, a certainty A welling up of a thought, an idea the ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we ...
One thing of it we borrow And promise to return -- The Booty and the Sorrow Its Sweetness to have ...
My Reward for Being, was This. My premium -- My Bliss -- An Admiralty, less -- A Sceptre -- penniless ...
I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid ...
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine -- That grace unsought, which ...
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
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