Select Poetry, Chiefly Devotional, of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth Volume 36, PT. 2

Select Poetry, Chiefly Devotional, of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth Volume 36, PT. 2

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1845 edition. Excerpt: ...sinne, And yet committeth sins that countless bin. This to peruse, deare God, doth kill my soule, But that thy mercie quickeneth it againe: Oh heare me, Lorde, in bitternesse of dole, That of my sinnes do prostrate heere complaine, And for the same poure forth my teares amaine, And at thy feete with Marie knock for grace, Though wanting Marie's teares to wet my face. She, happy sinner, saw her life misse-led, At sight whereof her inward heart did bleede; To witnesse with her outward teares were shed: Oh blessed saint, and oh most blessed deed! For on the teares of sinners angels feede. But wretched I, that see more teares than shee, Nor grieue within, nor yet weepe outwardly. When she had lost thy presence but one day, The want was such her hart could not sustaine; But to thy tombe alone she tooke her waie, And there with moumfull sighes she did complaine, And down her face teares trickled like the raine. Nor from her sence once stird or moued was she, Vntill againe she got a sight of thee. But I haue lost thy presence all my daies, And still am slacke to seeke thee as I should; My wretched soule in wicked sinne so stayes, I am vnmeet to seeke thee, though I would; I haue so strayed from thee in by-waies. Yet if I could with teares thy comming tend, I know I should, as she, finde thee my friend. No, no! the secret Searcher of all harts Both sees and knowes the deeds that I haue done; And for each deed will pay me home with smarts: N0 shew can shaddow what I haue misdone, No place can serue his will decreed to shunne. I should deceiue myselfe to think that he For sinne would punish others, and not me. Our first-borne sire, first breeder of man's thrall, For one bare sinne was of perfection reft; And all mankinde was banisht by...show more

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  • Paperback | 64 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 132g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236948645
  • 9781236948649