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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... attraction of heaven , and all the rest of his short life was spent in revolv- ing in narrowing circles around the great orb . No sooner had he formed the resolution than he proceeded to put X ON THE LIFE AND POETICAL WORKS.
... attraction of heaven , and all the rest of his short life was spent in revolv- ing in narrowing circles around the great orb . No sooner had he formed the resolution than he proceeded to put X ON THE LIFE AND POETICAL WORKS.
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... rest in mid furrow , when Mr Herbert's Saints ' Bell rung to prayers , and they are said to have found or fancied that when resumed it moved more briskly to the tune of the good man's blessing . His main recreation continued to be music ...
... rest in mid furrow , when Mr Herbert's Saints ' Bell rung to prayers , and they are said to have found or fancied that when resumed it moved more briskly to the tune of the good man's blessing . His main recreation continued to be music ...
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... rest by the sincerity and truth which burn in every line . We have spoken of the philosophy of " The Temple . " We do not mean by this , that it contains any elaborately con- structed , distinctly defined , or logically defended system ...
... rest by the sincerity and truth which burn in every line . We have spoken of the philosophy of " The Temple . " We do not mean by this , that it contains any elaborately con- structed , distinctly defined , or logically defended system ...
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... rest , heaven move , and fountains flow . ” Many of Herbert's modern admirers , while quoting the rest of these verses on " Man , " omit its last stanza , although it seems to contain the moral of the wondrous Fable he had told , the ...
... rest , heaven move , and fountains flow . ” Many of Herbert's modern admirers , while quoting the rest of these verses on " Man , " omit its last stanza , although it seems to contain the moral of the wondrous Fable he had told , the ...
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... rest , before his trunk with riches : For wealth without contentment , climbs a hill , To feel those tempests , which fly over ditches . But if thy son can make ten pound his measure , Then all thou addest may be call'd his treasure ...
... rest , before his trunk with riches : For wealth without contentment , climbs a hill , To feel those tempests , which fly over ditches . But if thy son can make ten pound his measure , Then all thou addest may be call'd his treasure ...
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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.