The British Poets, Volum 6Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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Side 19
Let vain or busy thoughts have there no part : Bring not thy plough , thy plots , thy pleasures thither . Christ purged His temple ; so must thou thy heart . All worldly thoughts are but thieves met to- gether To cozen thee . Look to ...
Let vain or busy thoughts have there no part : Bring not thy plough , thy plots , thy pleasures thither . Christ purged His temple ; so must thou thy heart . All worldly thoughts are but thieves met to- gether To cozen thee . Look to ...
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... bring , I am the floor , the sink , where they it fling : Was ever grief like Mine ? Yet since man's sceptres are as frail as reeds , And thorny all their crowns , bloody their weeds ; I , who am Truth , turn into truth their deeds ...
... bring , I am the floor , the sink , where they it fling : Was ever grief like Mine ? Yet since man's sceptres are as frail as reeds , And thorny all their crowns , bloody their weeds ; I , who am Truth , turn into truth their deeds ...
Side 30
Thus trimmed forth they bring Me to the rout , Who , Crucify Him , cry with one strong shout . God holds His peace at man , and man cries out : Was ever grief like Mine ? They lead Me in once more , and putting then My own clothes on ...
Thus trimmed forth they bring Me to the rout , Who , Crucify Him , cry with one strong shout . God holds His peace at man , and man cries out : Was ever grief like Mine ? They lead Me in once more , and putting then My own clothes on ...
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... bring by Faith all things to him ? Hungry I was , and had no meat : I did conceit a most delicious feast ; I had it straight , and did as truly eat As ever did a welcome guest . There is a rare outlandish root , Which when I could not ...
... bring by Faith all things to him ? Hungry I was , and had no meat : I did conceit a most delicious feast ; I had it straight , and did as truly eat As ever did a welcome guest . There is a rare outlandish root , Which when I could not ...
Side 61
... bring honey with the bees , Nor flowers to make that , nor the husbandry To water these . I am no link of Thy great chain , But all my company is a weed . Lord , place me in Thy concert ; give one strain To my poor need . THE HOLY ...
... bring honey with the bees , Nor flowers to make that , nor the husbandry To water these . I am no link of Thy great chain , But all my company is a weed . Lord , place me in Thy concert ; give one strain To my poor need . THE HOLY ...
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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.