The Temple,: Sacred Poems, and Private EjaculationsT. Buck, and R. Daniel, printers to the Universitie of Cambridge, 1638 - 192 páginas |
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Página 27
... doore . Shall I be fcourged , flouted , boxed , fold ? ' Tis but to tell the tale is told . My God , my God , why dost thou part from me ? Was fuch a grief as cannot be . Shall I then fing , skipping thy dolefull Atorie , And fide with ...
... doore . Shall I be fcourged , flouted , boxed , fold ? ' Tis but to tell the tale is told . My God , my God , why dost thou part from me ? Was fuch a grief as cannot be . Shall I then fing , skipping thy dolefull Atorie , And fide with ...
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... doore They leave thee . But that which fhews them large , fhews them unfe , What ever finne did this pure rock commit , Which holds thee now ? Who hath indited it Of murder ? ( thee , Where our hard hearts have took up ftones to brain ...
... doore They leave thee . But that which fhews them large , fhews them unfe , What ever finne did this pure rock commit , Which holds thee now ? Who hath indited it Of murder ? ( thee , Where our hard hearts have took up ftones to brain ...
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... doore attend Difpatches from their friend . Ive me my captive foul , or take GMy body alfo thither . Another lift like this will make Them both to be together . Before that finne turn'd flesh to stone , And alfour lump to leaven ; A ...
... doore attend Difpatches from their friend . Ive me my captive foul , or take GMy body alfo thither . Another lift like this will make Them both to be together . Before that finne turn'd flesh to stone , And alfour lump to leaven ; A ...
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... doore can keep them out : But above all , the heart Muft bear the longest part . Cho . Let all the world in ev'ry corner fing , My God and King . IMg ¶ Love I. Mmortall Love , authour of this great frame , Sprung from that beautie which ...
... doore can keep them out : But above all , the heart Muft bear the longest part . Cho . Let all the world in ev'ry corner fing , My God and King . IMg ¶ Love I. Mmortall Love , authour of this great frame , Sprung from that beautie which ...
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... of gold , which brought That cordiall water to our ground , Were cut and martyr'd by the fault Of thofe , who did themfelves through their fide wound C 2 Thou Thou fhutt'ft the doore , and keep'ft within 3 Scarce The Church . 51.
... of gold , which brought That cordiall water to our ground , Were cut and martyr'd by the fault Of thofe , who did themfelves through their fide wound C 2 Thou Thou fhutt'ft the doore , and keep'ft within 3 Scarce The Church . 51.
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 141 - All wasted? Not so, my heart; but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures; leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit and not; forsake thy...
Página 105 - Beasts fain would sing; birds ditty to their notes; Trees would be tuning on their native lute To thy renown: but all their hands and throats Are brought to man, while they are lame and mute.
Página 167 - DISCIPLINE THROW away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath : 0 my God, Take the gentle path. For my heart's desire Unto Thine is bent : 1 aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And Thy book alone.
Página 82 - More servants wait on man Than he'll take notice of, in every path He treads down that which doth befriend him, When sickness makes him pale and wan. Oh mighty love ! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.
Página 78 - ... Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. My music shows ye have your closes. And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Página 16 - Thy power doth cut. Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame, To praise Thy name : That, if I chance to hold my peace, These stones to praise Thee may not cease. O let thy blessed Sacrifice be mine, And sanctify this Altar to be Thine.
Página 45 - O let me roost and nestle there : Then of a sinner Thou art rid, And I of hope and fear. Yet take Thy way ; for sure Thy way is best: Stretch or contract me, Thy poor debtor: This is but tuning of my breast, To make the music better.
Página 88 - Successive nights, like rolling waves, Convey them quickly, who are bound for death.
Página 161 - THE God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed : While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need ? He leads me to the tender grass, Where I both feed and rest ; Then to the streams that gently pass In both I have the best.
Página 167 - DISCIPLINE Throw away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath; 0 my God, Take the gentle path! For my heart's desire Unto Thine is bent: 1 aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And Thy Book alone. Though I fail, I weep; Though I halt in pace, Yet I creep To the throne of grace.