The Poetical Works of George Herbert: With a Memoir of the Author, & NotesLittle, Brown & Company, 1863 - 315 páginas |
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Página 106 - ... 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 timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Página 78 - He is a brittle crazie glasse : Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford This glorious and transcendent place, To be a window, through thy grace.
Página 210 - 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 6 - Lie not : but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both : Cowards tell lies, and those that fear the rod ; The stormy working soul spits lies and froth.
Página 193 - 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 cage. Thy rope of sands, Which petty...
Página 22 - Judge not the preacher, for he is thy judge : If thou mislike him, thou conceiv'st him not. God calleth preaching folly. Do not grudge To pick out treasures from an earthen pot. The worst speak something good. If all want sense, God takes a text and preacheth patience.
Página 156 - There was a Prince of old At Salem dwelt, Who liv'd with good increase Of flock and fold. 'He sweetly liv'd; yet sweetness did not save His life from foes. But after death out of His grave There sprang twelve stalks of wheat; Which many wond'ring at, got some of those To plant and set.
Página 62 - O, rack me not to such a vast extent, Those distances belong to thee ; The world's too little for thy tent, A grave too big for me.
Página 240 - 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 90 - Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King : On Sunday Heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope.