The Poetical Works of George Herbert: With Life, Critical Dessertation, and Explanatory NotesJ. Nichol, 1853 - 328 páginas |
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... face , and he , it would seem , was very favourably disposed toward her . Her father , unfortunately , died before they met , but some friends procured an interview , and certainly Love never did his work in a more rapid and masterly ...
... face , and he , it would seem , was very favourably disposed toward her . Her father , unfortunately , died before they met , but some friends procured an interview , and certainly Love never did his work in a more rapid and masterly ...
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... face , When she doth write . " So far , unquestionably , he is correct . For if gorgeous but melo - dramatic and meretricious grandeur distinguish the service of the Church of Rome , and if that of the Presbyterian Church be marked by ...
... face , When she doth write . " So far , unquestionably , he is correct . For if gorgeous but melo - dramatic and meretricious grandeur distinguish the service of the Church of Rome , and if that of the Presbyterian Church be marked by ...
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... face with his wings , in awful adoration . Now he looks up in His face , with the happy gratitude of a child , and murmurs out his thanksgiving . Now he seems David the penitent , although fallen from an inferior height , and into pits ...
... face with his wings , in awful adoration . Now he looks up in His face , with the happy gratitude of a child , and murmurs out his thanksgiving . Now he seems David the penitent , although fallen from an inferior height , and into pits ...
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... face . Drink not the third glass , which thou canst not tame , When once it is within thee ; but before May'st 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 ...
... face . Drink not the third glass , which thou canst not tame , When once it is within thee ; but before May'st 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 ...
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... ever grief like mine ? Behold , they spit on me in scornful wise ; Who with my spittle gave the blind man eyes , Leaving his blindness to mine enemies : Was ever grief like mine ? My face they cover , though it be divine . 24 THE TEMPLE .
... ever grief like mine ? Behold , they spit on me in scornful wise ; Who with my spittle gave the blind man eyes , Leaving his blindness to mine enemies : Was ever grief like mine ? My face they cover , though it be divine . 24 THE TEMPLE .
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ALPHEUS FELCH 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 honour Jews John Bunyan King leave light live look Lord 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 159 - I STRUCK the board, and cry'd, No more. I will abroad. What ? shall I ever sigh and pine ? My lines and life are free; free as the road, Loose as the winde, as large as store.
Página xxviii - 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 200 - 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 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 184 - How sweetly doth My Master sound ! My Master ! As ambergris leaves a rich scent Unto the taster : So do these words a sweet content, An Oriental fragrancy, My Master. With these all day I do perfume my mind, My mind...
Página 167 - 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 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 195 - A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine.
Página 59 - Or star, or rainbow, or a part Of all these things, or all of them in one? My God, what is a heart, That thou shouldst it so eye, and woo, Pouring upon it all thy art, As if that thou hadst nothing else to do?