The Works of George Herbert: PoetryW. Pickering, 1846 |
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... thou lose thy hold , Then thou art modeft , and the wine grows bold . If reafon move not Gallants , quit the room ... doft tell another's jeft , therein Omit the oaths , which true wit cannot need : Pick out of tales the mirth , but not ...
... thou lose thy hold , Then thou art modeft , and the wine grows bold . If reafon move not Gallants , quit the room ... doft tell another's jeft , therein Omit the oaths , which true wit cannot need : Pick out of tales the mirth , but not ...
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... thy son can make ten pound his measure , Then all thou addeft may be call'd his treasure . When thou doft purpose ought , ( within thy power ) Be sure to do it , though it be but small : Conftancy knits the bones , and makes us ftour ...
... thy son can make ten pound his measure , Then all thou addeft may be call'd his treasure . When thou doft purpose ought , ( within thy power ) Be sure to do it , though it be but small : Conftancy knits the bones , and makes us ftour ...
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... thou mayst hold out to go . In clothes , cheap handsomeness doth bear the bell . Wisdom's a trimmer thing , than ... Doft lofe ? rife up : doft win ? rise in that state . Who strive to fit out lofing hands , are lost 8 THE POEMS OF.
... thou mayst hold out to go . In clothes , cheap handsomeness doth bear the bell . Wisdom's a trimmer thing , than ... Doft lofe ? rife up : doft win ? rise in that state . Who strive to fit out lofing hands , are lost 8 THE POEMS OF.
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... doft venerate ; And not the beast , that bears it on his back . I care not ... thou art his facrifice ; Thy drops of blood must pay down all his fear ; But love is loft ; the ... thou be fingle , all thy goods and ground GEORGE HERBERT . II.
... doft venerate ; And not the beast , that bears it on his back . I care not ... thou art his facrifice ; Thy drops of blood must pay down all his fear ; But love is loft ; the ... thou be fingle , all thy goods and ground GEORGE HERBERT . II.
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George Herbert. If thou be fingle , all thy goods and ground Submit to love ; but yet not more than all . Give one ... doft thyself and him a pleasure : ( But a proud ignorance will lofe his reft , Rather than show his cards ) steal from his ...
George Herbert. If thou be fingle , all thy goods and ground Submit to love ; but yet not more than all . Give one ... doft thyself and him a pleasure : ( But a proud ignorance will lofe his reft , Rather than show his cards ) steal from his ...
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Página 203 - 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 215 - 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 marred them; let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
Página 118 - Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. Then Money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man ? said he : I heard in Music you had skill...
Página 228 - My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole shoals of Martyrs once did burn, Besides their other flames ? Doth Poetry Wear Venus' livery ? only serve her turn ? Why are not Sonnets made of thee ? and lays Upon thine altar burnt ? Cannot thy love Heighten a spirit to sound out thy praise As well as any she ? Cannot thy Dove Outstrip their Cupid easily in flight...
Página 98 - 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 172 - Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. Away; take heed: I will abroad. Call in thy death's head there: tie up thy fears. He that forbears To suit and serve his need, Deserves his load.
Página 171 - I STRUCK the board and cried, " 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 wind, as large as store. Shall I be still in suit ? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit ? Sure there was wine Before my sighs did dry it : there was corn Before my tears did drown it. Is the year only lost to me ? Have I no...
Página 82 - A better lodging, than a rack, or grave. THE shepherds sing ; and shall I silent be ? My God, no hymn for thee ? My soul's a shepherd too ; a flock it feeds Of thoughts, and words, and deeds. The pasture is thy word ; the streams, thy grace Enriching all the place. Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my powers Out-sing the daylight hours.
Página 91 - ... 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 seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Página 1 - 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.