The English poems of George Herbert, together with his collection of proverbs entitled Jacula prudentumRivingtons, 1871 - 260 sider |
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... fire : Mark all his wanderings , and enjoy his frets ; As cunning fencers suffer heat to tire . Truth dwells not in the clouds : the bow that's there Doth often aim at , never hit the sphere . Mark what another says : for many are Full ...
... fire : Mark all his wanderings , and enjoy his frets ; As cunning fencers suffer heat to tire . Truth dwells not in the clouds : the bow that's there Doth often aim at , never hit the sphere . Mark what another says : for many are Full ...
Side 51
... fires Which shall consume the world , first make it tame , And kindle in our hearts such true desires , As may consume ... fire again : Our eyes shall see thee , which before saw dust ; Dust blown by wit , till that they both were blind ...
... fires Which shall consume the world , first make it tame , And kindle in our hearts such true desires , As may consume ... fire again : Our eyes shall see thee , which before saw dust ; Dust blown by wit , till that they both were blind ...
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... fire which once descended On Thy Apostles ? Thou didst then Keep open house , richly attended , Feasting all comers by twelve chosen men . Such glorious gifts Thou didst bestow , That the earth did like a heaven appear : The stars were ...
... fire which once descended On Thy Apostles ? Thou didst then Keep open house , richly attended , Feasting all comers by twelve chosen men . Such glorious gifts Thou didst bestow , That the earth did like a heaven appear : The stars were ...
Side 61
... fire to my troubled mind . Yet still Thou goest on , And now with darkness closest weary eyes , Saying to man , " It doth suffice : Henceforth repose ; your work is done . " Thus in Thy ebony - box Thou dost inclose us , till the day ...
... fire to my troubled mind . Yet still Thou goest on , And now with darkness closest weary eyes , Saying to man , " It doth suffice : Henceforth repose ; your work is done . " Thus in Thy ebony - box Thou dost inclose us , till the day ...
Side 63
... sin , which locks Thine ears , And binds Thy hands ! Out - crying my requests , drowning my tears ; Or else the chillness of my faint demands . But as cold hands are angry with the fire , Church Music 63 Church Music •
... sin , which locks Thine ears , And binds Thy hands ! Out - crying my requests , drowning my tears ; Or else the chillness of my faint demands . But as cold hands are angry with the fire , Church Music 63 Church Music •
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AFFLICTION art Thou blessed blood brave breast breath bring Chor Christ Church CHURCH MONUMENTS dear death delight door doth drest dust e'en ears earth EASTER RISE eyes fall fear fire flesh flower foes foul fruit gift give glory God's grief grieve groan grow hadst Hast thou hath head hear heart heaven heaven's gate holy honour King let Thy light live look Lord lute mend mind mirth never night once peace pleasure poor posy praise Thee rest Saviour seek shine show Thyself sigh sing sins Solomon's temple sorrow soul stars stay sure sweet SWEET day sweet sacrifice sweetly tears Thine things Thou art Thou canst Thou didst Thou dost Thou hast thou mayst Thou shalt thou wilt thoughts Thy hand Thy love Thy praise truth no beauty TWENTY-THIRD PSALM unto weep Wherefore wind words wouldst
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Side 73 - The 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.
Side 3 - 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.
Side 189 - 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. Then let wrath remove ; Love will do the deed : For with love Stony hearts will bleed. Love is swift of foot ; Love's a man of war, And can shoot, And can hit from far. Who can 'scape his bow ? That which wrought on thee, Brought thee low, Needs must work on me. Throw away thy rod ; Though man frailties hath, Thou art God : Throw away thy wrath.
Side 160 - 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.
Side 89 - My stuff is flesh, not brass; my senses live, And grumble oft that they have more in me Than he that curbs them, being but one to five— Yet I love thee.
Side 37 - I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way; I got me boughs off many a tree: But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. The sun arising in the east, Though he give light, and th' east perfume; If they should offer to contest With Thy arising, they presume.
Side 50 - The heavens are not too high. His praise may thither fly : The earth is not too low, His praises there may grow. Cho. Let all the world in every corner sing, My God and King.
Side 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.
Side 199 - 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.
Side 95 - Farewell, dear flowers ! sweetly your time ye spent ; Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament; And, after death, for cures. I follow straight, without complaints or grief; Since, if my scent be good, I care not if It be as short as yours.