The temple: sacred poems, and private ejaculations. To which is added, a biographical sketch of the author. [Followed by] The synagogue [by C. Harvey].1799 |
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... Seeing the deluge rage , the clouds still dark , Restless below , return'd up to This facred dove , before he ark , the skies , Rarely fet forth , the world's great facrifice ; A melting POEM , all the reft to high , ***** That the dull ...
... Seeing the deluge rage , the clouds still dark , Restless below , return'd up to This facred dove , before he ark , the skies , Rarely fet forth , the world's great facrifice ; A melting POEM , all the reft to high , ***** That the dull ...
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George Herbert. By all means use sometimes to be alone . Salute thyfelf : See what thy foul doth wear . Dare to look in thy cheft ; for ' tis thy own : And tumble up and down what thou find'st there . Who cannot reft till he good fellows ...
George Herbert. By all means use sometimes to be alone . Salute thyfelf : See what thy foul doth wear . Dare to look in thy cheft ; for ' tis thy own : And tumble up and down what thou find'st there . Who cannot reft till he good fellows ...
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... see what's there . If cause require , thou art his facrifice ; Thy drops of blood muft pay down all his fear ; But love is loft , the way of friendship's gone , Tho ' David had his Jonathan , Chrift his Jahn . Yet be not furety , if ...
... see what's there . If cause require , thou art his facrifice ; Thy drops of blood muft pay down all his fear ; But love is loft , the way of friendship's gone , Tho ' David had his Jonathan , Chrift his Jahn . Yet be not furety , if ...
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... See Whether they stock of credit fwell or fall . Who fay , I care not , thofe I give for loft ; And to inftruct them , ' twill not quit the coft . Scorn no man's love , though of a mean degree ; Love is a present for a mighty King ...
... See Whether they stock of credit fwell or fall . Who fay , I care not , thofe I give for loft ; And to inftruct them , ' twill not quit the coft . Scorn no man's love , though of a mean degree ; Love is a present for a mighty King ...
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... see the show ? Twice on the day his dew is understood , For all the week thy food so oft he gave thee , Thy cheer is mended ; bate not of the food , Because ' tis better , and perhaps may fave thee . Thwart not th ' Almighty God ; O be ...
... see the show ? Twice on the day his dew is understood , For all the week thy food so oft he gave thee , Thy cheer is mended ; bate not of the food , Because ' tis better , and perhaps may fave thee . Thwart not th ' Almighty God ; O be ...
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againſt alfo becauſe beft beſt bleffed blood breaſt Chrift Church cloſe dear death defire delight doth dreft duft earth ev'n ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fear feek ferve fhall fhew thyself fhould fide figh filk fince fing firſt fleſh fome forrow foul ftands ftars ftill ftore fuch fure fweet give glaſs glory God's grace grief hand hath heart heav'n HERBERT himſelf holy houfe houſe itſelf King laſt leaſt lefs live loft Lord luft Mafter meaſure mirth moft moſt mufic muft muſt myſelf pleaſure pofy poor praife praiſe prefent raiſe reft rife ſay ſhall ſky ſphere ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtone ſweet tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou art thou didst thou doft thou haft thou wilt thoughts thy love treaſure unto uſe verfe whofe whoſe wind
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Página 97 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Página 179 - I 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.
Página xix - ... and competent maintenance. - So that now if they do not well, the fault cannot be charged on you, whose example and care of them will justify you both to the world and your own conscience...
Página 90 - 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.
Página 59 - O let me, when thy roof my soul hath hid, 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 13 - 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 132 - Not, that he may not here Taste of the cheer : But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head ; So must he sip, and think Of better drink He may attain to, after he is dead.
Página 144 - Just as I went, None goes that way And lives. If that be all, said I, After so foul a journey death is fair, And but a chair.
Página 78 - Christ hath took in this piece of ground, And made a garden there for those Who want herbs for their wound.
Página 126 - I met a reverend good old man : Whom when for Peace I did demand, he thus began ; There was a Prince of old At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase Of flock and fold.