The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private EjaculationsPickering, 1838 - 361 páginas |
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... canst not tame , When once it is within thee ; but before Mayst rule it , as thou list : and pour the shame , Which it would pour on thee , upon the floor . It is most just to throw that on the ground , Which would throw me there , if I ...
... canst not tame , When once it is within thee ; but before Mayst rule it , as thou list : and pour the shame , Which it would pour on thee , upon the floor . It is most just to throw that on the ground , Which would throw me there , if I ...
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... canst not fly By dressing , mistressing , and complement . If those take up thy day , the sun will cry Against thee ; for his light was only lent . [ feathers God gave thy soul brave wings ; put not those Into a bed , to sleep out all ...
... canst not fly By dressing , mistressing , and complement . If those take up thy day , the sun will cry Against thee ; for his light was only lent . [ feathers God gave thy soul brave wings ; put not those Into a bed , to sleep out all ...
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... thy fame at every twitch will break : By great deeds shew , that thou canst little do ; And do them not : that shall thy wisdom be ; And change thy temperance into bravery . If that thy fame with every toy be posed , THE CHURCH - PORCH .
... thy fame at every twitch will break : By great deeds shew , that thou canst little do ; And do them not : that shall thy wisdom be ; And change thy temperance into bravery . If that thy fame with every toy be posed , THE CHURCH - PORCH .
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... canst speak , at once ; but husband it , And give men turns of speech : do not forestall By lavishness thine own , and other's wit , As if thou madest thy will . A civil guest Will no more talk all , than eat all the feast . Be calm in ...
... canst speak , at once ; but husband it , And give men turns of speech : do not forestall By lavishness thine own , and other's wit , As if thou madest thy will . A civil guest Will no more talk all , than eat all the feast . Be calm in ...
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... Canst thou find hell about my lips ? and miss Of life , just at the gates of life and bliss ? Was ever grief like mine ? See , they lay hold on me , not with the hands Of faith , but fury ; yet at their commands I suffer binding , who ...
... Canst thou find hell about my lips ? and miss Of life , just at the gates of life and bliss ? Was ever grief like mine ? See , they lay hold on me , not with the hands Of faith , but fury ; yet at their commands I suffer binding , who ...
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Página 81 - 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.
Página 161 - I should, said He, Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in nature, not the God of nature: So both should losers be.
Página xxi - 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 34 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round ! Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes, Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in, Bibles laid open, millions of surprises ; Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, The sound of Glory ringing in our ears : Without, our shame ; within, our consciences ; Angels and grace, eternal hopes...
Página 194 - 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.
Página 156 - 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 cage, Thy rope of sands. Which...
Página 31 - And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sin, That I became Most thin. With Thee Let me combine, And feel this day Thy victory, For, if I imp my wing on Thine, Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
Página 30 - I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way; I got me boughs off many a tree: But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. The sun arising in the east, Though he give light, and th' east perfume; If they should offer to contest With Thy arising, they presume.
Página 2 - By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear. Dare to look in thy chest ; for 'tis thine own : And tumble up and down what thou find'st there.
Página 194 - 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.