Bishop Jeremy Taylor, His Predecessors, Contemporaries, and Successors: A Biography

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J.W. Parker, 1847 - 307 Seiten

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Seite 132 - For so have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the libration and...
Seite 266 - 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.
Seite 70 - Dangerous it were for the feeble brain of man to wade far into the doings of the Most High; whom although to know be life, and joy to make mention of His Name, yet our soundest knowledge is to know that we know Him, not indeed as He is, neither can know Him; and our safest eloquence concerning Him is our silence, when we confess without confession that His 'glory is inexplicable, His greatness above our capacity and reach.
Seite 118 - Thou that art the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of them that remain in the broad sea.
Seite 113 - God with an angry, that is, with a troubled and discomposed spirit, is like him that retires into a battle to meditate, and sets up his closet in the out-quarters of an army, and chooses a frontier garrison to be wise in.
Seite 236 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Seite 239 - Lord, come away, Why dost Thou stay? Thy road is ready, and Thy paths made straight ; With longing expectation wait The consecration of Thy beauteous feet. Ride on triumphantly ; behold we lay Our lusts and proud wills in Thy way.
Seite 130 - ... thrusting out his golden horns, like those which decked the brows of Moses when he was forced to wear a veil because himself had seen the face of God ; and still while a man tells the story, the sun gets up higher, till he shews a fair face and a full light...
Seite 57 - I took my horse and my company and went thither. I thought I should have found a great company in the church, and when I came there the church door was fast locked.
Seite 155 - ... fancy, and a dignity derived from the higher branches, which even those who professed them in a superior manner did not always preserve, when they delineated individual nature. His portraits remind the spectator of the invention of history, and the amenity of landscape. In painting portraits, he appeared not to be raised upon that platform, but to descend to it from a higher sphere.

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