The English poems of George Herbert, together with his collection of proverbs entitled Jacula prudentumRivingtons, 1871 - 260 sider |
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... ground will plough . O what were man , might he himself misplace ! Sure to be cross he would shift feet and face . Drink not the third glass , which thou canst not tame , When once it is within thee ; but before Mayst rule it , as thou ...
... ground will plough . O what were man , might he himself misplace ! Sure to be cross he would shift feet and face . Drink not the third glass , which thou canst not tame , When once it is within thee ; but before Mayst rule it , as thou ...
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... ground , but let weeds choke their son : Some mark a partridge , never their child's fashion : Some ship them over , and the thing is done . Study this art , make it thy great design ; And if God's image move thee not , let thine . Some ...
... ground , but let weeds choke their son : Some mark a partridge , never their child's fashion : Some ship them over , and the thing is done . Study this art , make it thy great design ; And if God's image move thee not , let thine . Some ...
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... ground , Profaneness , filthiness , abusiveness . These are the scum with which coarse wits abound : The fine may spare these well , yet not go less . All things are big with jest : nothing that's plain But may be witty , if thou hast ...
... ground , Profaneness , filthiness , abusiveness . These are the scum with which coarse wits abound : The fine may spare these well , yet not go less . All things are big with jest : nothing that's plain But may be witty , if thou hast ...
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... ground Submit to love ; but yet not more than all . Give one estate , as one life . None is bound To work for two , who brought himself to thrall . God made me one man ; love makes me no more , Till labour come , and make my weakness ...
... ground Submit to love ; but yet not more than all . Give one estate , as one life . None is bound To work for two , who brought himself to thrall . God made me one man ; love makes me no more , Till labour come , and make my weakness ...
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... of gold , which brought That cordial water to our ground , Were cut and martyred by the fault Ofthose who did themselves through their side wound ; 1 Thou shutt'st the door , and keep'st within ; Scarce 56 Whitsunday.
... of gold , which brought That cordial water to our ground , Were cut and martyred by the fault Ofthose who did themselves through their side wound ; 1 Thou shutt'st the door , and keep'st within ; Scarce 56 Whitsunday.
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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
Populære avsnitt
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.