The Temple,: Sacred Poems, and Private EjaculationsT. Buck, and R. Daniel, printers to the Universitie of Cambridge, 1638 - 192 páginas |
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... whose King I ferved , Where joyes my fellows were ? Thus argu'd into hopes , my thoughts reserved No place for grief or fear . Therefore my fudden foul caught at the place , And made her youth and fiereeneffe feek thy face . At first ...
... whose King I ferved , Where joyes my fellows were ? Thus argu'd into hopes , my thoughts reserved No place for grief or fear . Therefore my fudden foul caught at the place , And made her youth and fiereeneffe feek thy face . At first ...
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... Blows all the duft about the floore : But while he thinks to spoil the room , he sweeps . Bleft be the Architect , whose art Could build fo ftrong in a weak heart . ¶ The ¶ The Windows . Ord , how can man preach 58 The Church .
... Blows all the duft about the floore : But while he thinks to spoil the room , he sweeps . Bleft be the Architect , whose art Could build fo ftrong in a weak heart . ¶ The ¶ The Windows . Ord , how can man preach 58 The Church .
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... Whose honeftie is not Soloofe or eafie , that a ruffling wind Can blow away , or glittring look it blind : Who rides his fure and even trot , While the world now rides by , now lags behind , Who Who , when great trialls come , Nor feeks ...
... Whose honeftie is not Soloofe or eafie , that a ruffling wind Can blow away , or glittring look it blind : Who rides his fure and even trot , While the world now rides by , now lags behind , Who Who , when great trialls come , Nor feeks ...
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... whose face thou art , Knocking at heaven with thy brow : The workie - dayes are the back - part ; The burden of the week lies there , Making the whole to ftoup and bowe , Till thy release appear . Man had ftraight forward gone To ...
... whose face thou art , Knocking at heaven with thy brow : The workie - dayes are the back - part ; The burden of the week lies there , Making the whole to ftoup and bowe , Till thy release appear . Man had ftraight forward gone To ...
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... May be reliefs , Could he but take them right , and in their wayes . Happie is he , whose heart Hath found the art To turn his double pains to double praise . The T The Storm .. F as the windes and waters 124 The Church .
... May be reliefs , Could he but take them right , and in their wayes . Happie is he , whose heart Hath found the art To turn his double pains to double praise . The T The Storm .. F as the windes and waters 124 The Church .
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
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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.