The poetical works of George Herbert [and The synagogue, by C. Harvey.]. With life, critical diss., and notes, by G. Gilfillan, Página 1061853 |
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... brings it within the range of the ordinary mechanic , or , we may even add , the day labourer ; while its fine large type and beautiful typography make it available for every age . In every respect the undertaking is entitled to ...
... brings it within the range of the ordinary mechanic , or , we may even add , the day labourer ; while its fine large type and beautiful typography make it available for every age . In every respect the undertaking is entitled to ...
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... bring before us the thought of Man the Mystery ! " What a piece of workmanship " verily he is ! He is formed as of a thousand lights and shadows . He is compacted out of all contradictions . While his feet touch the dust , and are of ...
... bring before us the thought of Man the Mystery ! " What a piece of workmanship " verily he is ! He is formed as of a thousand lights and shadows . He is compacted out of all contradictions . While his feet touch the dust , and are of ...
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... Bring not thy plough , thy plots , thy pleasures thither . Christ purged his temple ; so must thou thy heart . All worldly thoughts are but thieves met together To cozen thee . Look to thy actions well ; For Churches either are our ...
... Bring not thy plough , thy plots , thy pleasures thither . Christ purged his temple ; so must thou thy heart . All worldly thoughts are but thieves met together To cozen thee . Look to thy actions well ; For Churches either are our ...
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... bring , I am the floor , the sink , where they it fling : Was ever grief like mine ? Yet since man's sceptres are as frail as reeds , And thorny all their crowns , bloody their weeds ; I , who am Truth , turn into truth their deeds ...
... bring , I am the floor , the sink , where they it fling : Was ever grief like mine ? Yet since man's sceptres are as frail as reeds , And thorny all their crowns , bloody their weeds ; I , who am Truth , turn into truth their deeds ...
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... bring by Faith all things to him ? Hungry I was , and had no meat : I did conceit a most delicious feast ; I had it straight , and did as truly eat , As ever did a welcome guest . There is a rare outlandish root , Which when I could not ...
... bring by Faith all things to him ? Hungry I was , and had no meat : I did conceit a most delicious feast ; I had it straight , and did as truly eat , As ever did a welcome guest . There is a rare outlandish root , Which when I could not ...
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art thou beauty Bemerton betimes better blessed blood brave breast bring Christ Christopher Harvey Church dead dear death delight door doth drest dust earth Egypt eyes faults fear fire flesh flower fool George Herbert give glory God's gold grace Greece grief grow hand hath head heart heaven hell Herbert holy holy orders honour Jews John Bunyan King leave light live look Lord lost lute man's mind mirth never night once peace pleasure Poets poor posie prayers rich Saviour shine show thyself sigh sing sins sorrow soul spirit stars stay stone sure sweet SWEET Day tears Temple thee thine things thou art thou canst thou didst thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thoughts thy love thy praise tongue TRINITY SUNDAY unto weep wind wine words
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Página xiii - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. 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 season'd...
Página 198 - I the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I ? Truth, Lord ; but I have marr'd them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve. And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame ? My dear, then I will serve. You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat : So I did sit and eat.
Página xxxi - THOU, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure : A verse may find him, who a Sermon flies, And turn delight into a Sacrifice.
Página xxiv - 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. O mighty love ! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.
Página 165 - Let us (said he) pour on him all we can: Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure: When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone of all his treasure Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...
Página 116 - That is all, if that I could Get without repining, And my clay, my creature, would Follow my resigning ; That as I did freely part With my glory and desert, Left all joys to feel all smart " — Ah ! no more : thou break'st my heart. DULNESS. WHY do I languish thus, drooping and dull, As if I were all earth ? O give me quickness, that I may with mirth Praise thee brimful.
Página 18 - Sum up at night what thou hast done by day ; And in the morning, what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul ; mark the decay And growth of it. If, with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both. Since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
Página 212 - If thou chance for to find " A new house to thy mind, " And built without thy cost : " Be good to the poor, " As God gives thee store, " And then my labour's not lost...
Página xvi - Sir, I pray deliver this little book to my dear brother Ferrar, and tell him he shall find in it a picture of the many spiritual conflicts that have passed betwixt God and my soul, before I could subject mine to the will of Jesus my Master ; in whose service I have now found perfect freedom : desire him to read it ; and then, if he can think it may turn to the advantage of any dejected poor soul, let it be made public : if not, let him burn it ; for I and it are less than the least of God's mercies.
Página 152 - Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing Thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring Thee. Though my sins against me cried, Thou didst clear me ; And alone, when they replied, Thou didst hear me. Seven whole days, not one in seven, I will praise Thee. In my heart, though not in heaven, I can raise Thee.