The Complete Works in Verse and Prose of George Herbert, Volumen1

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private circulation, 1874

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Página 82 - Th' indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light : Thy Torch doth show the way.
Página 174 - I no bays to crown it, No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted, 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...
Página 245 - Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god : '' for it is most true, that a natural and secret hatred and aversion towards society in any man hath somewhat of the savage beast ; but it is most untrue that it should have any character at all of the divine nature, except it proceed, not out of a pleasure in solitude, but out of a love and desire...
Página 189 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
Página 26 - 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 210 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for thee...
Página 211 - A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine : Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine.
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 marr'd them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
Página 79 - Who, when he is to treat With sick folks, women, those whom passions sway, Allows for that, and keeps his constant way : Whom others' faults do not defeat ; But though men fail him, yet his part doth play. Whom nothing can procure, When the wide world runs bias, from his will To writhe his limbs, and share, not mend the ill.
Página 196 - THE God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed : While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need ? He leads me to the tender grass, Where I both feed and rest ; Then to the streams that gently pass In both I have the best.

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