The British Poets, Volum 6Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... breast with glory : Thy gentry bleats , as if thy native cloth Transfused a sheepishness into thy story : Not that they all are so ; but that the most Are gone to grass , and in the pasture lost . This loss springs chiefly from our ...
... breast with glory : Thy gentry bleats , as if thy native cloth Transfused a sheepishness into thy story : Not that they all are so ; but that the most Are gone to grass , and in the pasture lost . This loss springs chiefly from our ...
Side 54
... breast ; Making Thy way my rest , And Thy small quantities my length ; Which spread their forces into every part , Meeting sin's force and art . Yet can these not get over to my soul , Leaping the wall that parts Our souls and fleshly ...
... breast ; Making Thy way my rest , And Thy small quantities my length ; Which spread their forces into every part , Meeting sin's force and art . Yet can these not get over to my soul , Leaping the wall that parts Our souls and fleshly ...
Side 58
... breast , To make the music better . Whether I fly with angels , fall with dust , Thy hands made both , and I am there . Thy power and love , my love , and trust , Make one place everywhere . THE TEMPER . It cannot be . Where is that 58 ...
... breast , To make the music better . Whether I fly with angels , fall with dust , Thy hands made both , and I am there . Thy power and love , my love , and trust , Make one place everywhere . THE TEMPER . It cannot be . Where is that 58 ...
Side 61
... breast , to mollify all pain . Thou art all health , health thriving , till it make A full eternity : thou art a mass Of strange delights , where we may wish and take . Ladies , look here ; this is the thankful glass , That mends the ...
... breast , to mollify all pain . Thou art all health , health thriving , till it make A full eternity : thou art a mass Of strange delights , where we may wish and take . Ladies , look here ; this is the thankful glass , That mends the ...
Side 69
... , this the grove . My God , Thou art all love . Not one poor minute ' scapes thy breast , But brings a favor from above ; And in this love , more than in bed , I rest . CHURCH MONUMENTS . WHILE that my soul repairs to her THE CHURCH . 69.
... , this the grove . My God , Thou art all love . Not one poor minute ' scapes thy breast , But brings a favor from above ; And in this love , more than in bed , I rest . CHURCH MONUMENTS . WHILE that my soul repairs to her THE CHURCH . 69.
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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.