The Poetical Works of George Herbert: With Life, Critical Dessertation, and Explanatory NotesJ. Nichol, 1853 - 328 páginas |
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... light of an autumnal day — a light which can not only beautify the decayed , and make solitary places glad , and withered leaves seem gold , but which can add a deeper beauty to the beautiful , can not only make the earthly spiritual ...
... light of an autumnal day — a light which can not only beautify the decayed , and make solitary places glad , and withered leaves seem gold , but which can add a deeper beauty to the beautiful , can not only make the earthly spiritual ...
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... lights and shadows . He is compacted out of all contradictions . While his feet touch the dust , and are of miry clay , his head is of gold , and strikes the Empyrean . He is mysteriously linked on the one side to the beasts that perish ...
... lights and shadows . He is compacted out of all contradictions . While his feet touch the dust , and are of miry clay , his head is of gold , and strikes the Empyrean . He is mysteriously linked on the one side to the beasts that perish ...
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... light , adorned with chaster and nobler ornaments , or where our souls can worship with a more entire forgetfulness of self , and a more thorough realisation of the things unseen and eternal , than in " The Temple " of George Herbert ...
... light , adorned with chaster and nobler ornaments , or where our souls can worship with a more entire forgetfulness of self , and a more thorough realisation of the things unseen and eternal , than in " The Temple " of George Herbert ...
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... light was only lent . God gave thy soul brave wings ; put not those feathers Into a bed , to sleep out all ill weathers . Art thou a Magistrate ? then be severe : If studious ; copy fair what time hath blurr'd ; Redeem truth from his ...
... light was only lent . God gave thy soul brave wings ; put not those feathers Into a bed , to sleep out all ill weathers . Art thou a Magistrate ? then be severe : If studious ; copy fair what time hath blurr'd ; Redeem truth from his ...
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... light . When baseness is exalted , do not bate The place its honour for the person's sake . The shrine is that which thou dost venerate ; And not the beast , that bears it on his back . I care not though the cloth of State should be Not ...
... light . When baseness is exalted , do not bate The place its honour for the person's sake . The shrine is that which thou dost venerate ; And not the beast , that bears it on his back . I care not though the cloth of State should be Not ...
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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?