The British Poets, Volum 6Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... turn delight into a sacrifice . Beware of lust ; it doth pollute and foul Whom God in Baptism wash'd with His own blood : A It blots the lesson written in thy soul ; The The Dedication THE CHURCH PORCH Perirrhanterium THE CHURCH.
... turn delight into a sacrifice . Beware of lust ; it doth pollute and foul Whom God in Baptism wash'd with His own blood : A It blots the lesson written in thy soul ; The The Dedication THE CHURCH PORCH Perirrhanterium THE CHURCH.
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If cause require , thou art his sacrifice ; Thy drops of blood must pay down all his fear ; But love is lost ; the way of friendship's gone ; Though David had his Jonathan , Christ his John . Yet be not surety , if thou be a father ...
If cause require , thou art his sacrifice ; Thy drops of blood must pay down all his fear ; But love is lost ; the way of friendship's gone ; Though David had his Jonathan , Christ his John . Yet be not surety , if thou be a father ...
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... blood ( the only beads ) my words to measure : O let this cup pass , if it be Thy pleasure : Was ever grief like Mine ? These drops , being temper'd with a sinner's tears , A balsam are for both the hemispheres , Curing all wounds but ...
... blood ( the only beads ) my words to measure : O let this cup pass , if it be Thy pleasure : Was ever grief like Mine ? These drops , being temper'd with a sinner's tears , A balsam are for both the hemispheres , Curing all wounds but ...
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... blood on them and theirs . Was ever grief like Mine ? See how spite cankers things . These words aright Used , and wish'd , are the whole world's delight : But honey is their gall , brightness their night : Was ever grief like Mine ...
... blood on them and theirs . Was ever grief like Mine ? See how spite cankers things . These words aright Used , and wish'd , are the whole world's delight : But honey is their gall , brightness their night : Was ever grief like Mine ...
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... blood , the while you slept : Your tears for your own fortunes should be kept Was ever grief like Mine ? The soldiers lead Me to the common hall ; There they deride Me , they abuse Me all : Yet for twelve heavenly legions I could call ...
... blood , the while you slept : Your tears for your own fortunes should be kept Was ever grief like Mine ? The soldiers lead Me to the common hall ; There they deride Me , they abuse Me all : Yet for twelve heavenly legions I could call ...
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AFFLICTION art Thou atque beauty Bemerton blessed blood brave breast breath cæsura Cathari Christ Church CHURCH MONUMENTS Cùm dead dear death decus delight door doth drest dust e'en earth Eddystone Lighthouse eyes fear flesh flower foul fruit give glory God's gold grace grief groan grow hæc Hast thou hath head hear heart heaven Herbert holy King let Thy light live look Lord lute malè mend mihi mind mirth night olim once peace pleasure poor posy praise Thee prayers quæ rest ROBERT ARIS Saviour shine show Thyself sigh sing sins sorrow soul stars stay sure sweet sweet sacrifice sweetly tears Thine things Thou art thou canst Thou didst Thou dost Thou hast Thou shalt thou wilt thoughts Thy hand Thy love Thy praise tibi truth no beauty unto verse weep Wherefore wind words Wouldst
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Side 1 - 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 184 - 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 cage, Thy rope of sands. Which...
Side 128 - Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? " But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me." Then money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man ? said he : I heard in music you had skill.
Side 224 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...
Side 101 - 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 103 - MY God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation But he that means to dwell therein. What house more stately hath there been, Or can be, than is Man ? to whose creation All things are in decay.
Side 42 - 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 218 - Not a word or look I affect to own, 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.
Side 85 - The brightness of that day We sullied by our foul offence : Wherefore that robe we cast away, Having a new at his expense, Whose drops of blood paid the full price, That was required to make us gay, And fit for Paradise. Thou art a day of mirth : And where the week-days trail on ground, Thy flight is higher, as thy birth...
Side 20 - 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.