The Poems of George Herbert: To which are Added Selections from His Prose, and Walton's "Life"Walter Scott, 1885 - 317 sider |
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A. B. Grosart AFFLICTION Antiphon art Thou beauty Bemerton blessed blood brave breast breath Christ Church CHURCH MONUMENTS Country Parson dead dear death delight divine door doth drest dust earth eyes fear Ferrar flesh flowers foul George Herbert George Macdonald give glorious glory God's grace grave Greece grief groan grow hast thou hath head heart Heaven holy honour King light Little Gidding live look Lord lust lute Master mind mirth mother never Nicholas Ferrar night pleasure poem poor posy pray prayers rest Saviour sermon servants shine show Thyself sick sigh sing sins sorrows soul stars sure sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art Thou didst Thou dost Thou hast Thou shalt thoughts Thy love Thy praise TRINITY SUNDAY truth no beauty turn unto verse virtue weep Wherefore wind words
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Side x - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. 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.
Side 173 - 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 72 - But time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And withered in my hand.
Side xxvii - Defects and darkness in my breast, A noise of passions ringing me for dead Unto a place where is no rest: Poor priest thus am I drest. Only another head I have, another heart and breast, Another music, making live not dead, Without whom I could have no rest: In him I am well drest.
Side 138 - ... 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 cage, Thy rope of sands, Which...
Side 34 - 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 279 - I have now found perfect freedom : desire him to read it, and then, if he can think it may turn to the advantage of any dejected poor soul, let it be made public ; if not, let him burn it; for I and it are less than the least of God's mercies.
Side 143 - THE PULLEY. WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by ; Let us (said he) pour on him all we can : Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way ; Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure : When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure, Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...
Side 18 - THE ALTAR. A BROKEN altar, Lord, Thy servant rears, Made of a heart, and cemented with tears : Whose parts are as Thy hand did frame ; No workman's tool hath touch'd the same. A Heart alone Is such a stone, As nothing but Thy power doth cut. Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame, To praise Thy name : That, if I chance to hold my peace, These stones to praise Thee may not cease.
Side 141 - I now am mine, And with advantage mine the more. Since this being mine, brings with it Thine, And Thou with me dost Thee restore. If I without Thee would be mine, I neither should be mine nor Thine.