The Temple,: Sacred Poems, and Private EjaculationsT. Buck, and R. Daniel, printers to the Universitie of Cambridge, 1638 - 192 páginas |
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... in that state . Who ftrive to fit out lofing hands , are loft . Game is a civil gunpowder , in peace Blowing up houses with their whole increase . A 4 In In Conversation boldneffe novy bears ( way . But know The Church - porch . 7 .
... in that state . Who ftrive to fit out lofing hands , are loft . Game is a civil gunpowder , in peace Blowing up houses with their whole increase . A 4 In In Conversation boldneffe novy bears ( way . But know The Church - porch . 7 .
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... hands with God to make a man to live . Give to all fomethings to a good poore man , Til thou change names , and be where he began . Manis Gods image ; but a poore man is Chrifts ftamp to boot : both images regard . God reckons for him ...
... hands with God to make a man to live . Give to all fomethings to a good poore man , Til thou change names , and be where he began . Manis Gods image ; but a poore man is Chrifts ftamp to boot : both images regard . God reckons for him ...
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... hand did frame ; No workmans tool hath touch'd the fame . A HEART alone Is fuch a ftone , As nothing but Thy power doth cur , Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame , To praife thy name : That , if I chance to hold my ...
... hand did frame ; No workmans tool hath touch'd the fame . A HEART alone Is fuch a ftone , As nothing but Thy power doth cur , Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame , To praife thy name : That , if I chance to hold my ...
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... hands Of faith , but furie : yet at their commands I fuffer binding , who have loos'd their bands . was ever grief , & c . All my Difciples flee ; fear puts a barre Betwixt my friends and me . They leave that starre That brought the ...
... hands Of faith , but furie : yet at their commands I fuffer binding , who have loos'd their bands . was ever grief , & c . All my Difciples flee ; fear puts a barre Betwixt my friends and me . They leave that starre That brought the ...
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... hands to warre , fingers to fight , And onely am the Lord of hofts and might . was ever grief , & c . Herod in judgement fits , while I do ftand Examines me with a cenforious hand : I him obey , who all things elfe command . was ever ...
... hands to warre , fingers to fight , And onely am the Lord of hofts and might . was ever grief , & c . Herod in judgement fits , while I do ftand Examines me with a cenforious hand : I him obey , who all things elfe command . was ever ...
Términos y frases comunes
alfo Becauſe bleffed bloud brave breaft Chrift Church crie croffe dayes deare death delight didft doth dreft duft earth ev'n ev'ry eyes faid fame fear feek ferve fhall fhew fhould fhow figh filks fince fing finne firft fleep fleſh flie flow'rs fome forrow foul fpring ftand ftarres ftate ftill ftones ftore ftrange fuch funne fure fweet glaffe glorie grace grief grones hand hath heart heav'n himſelf houſe joyes King leaft leffe loft Lord meaſure mirth moft moſt mufick muft muſt night paffe paffions pleaſure pofie poore praife praiſe prefent raiſe reft rife rofe runne Saviour ſay ſhall ſhow Sinne skie Sunne ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou art thou didst thou doft thou haft thoughts thy felf thy love thy praiſe treaſure unto uſe wayes Weft Wherefore whofe whoſe wilt wind
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.