The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private EjaculationsPickering, 1838 - 361 sider |
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... rich , is to fill His mind with rest , before his trunk with riches : For wealth without contentment , climbs a hill , To feel those tempests , which fly over ditches . But if thy son can make ten pound his measure , Then all thou ...
... rich , is to fill His mind with rest , before his trunk with riches : For wealth without contentment , climbs a hill , To feel those tempests , which fly over ditches . But if thy son can make ten pound his measure , Then all thou ...
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... rich arras , but mean tapestry . Thy friend put in thy bosom : wear his eyes Still in thy heart , that he may see what's there . If cause require , thou art his sacrifice ; Thy drops of blood must pay down all his fear : But love is ...
... rich arras , but mean tapestry . Thy friend put in thy bosom : wear his eyes Still in thy heart , that he may see what's there . If cause require , thou art his sacrifice ; Thy drops of blood must pay down all his fear : But love is ...
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... room for me , and fly away . Sin being gone , oh fill the place , And keep possession with thy grace ; Lest sin take courage and return , And all the writings blot or burn . X. REDEMPTION . HAVING been tenant long to a rich THE CHURCH . 31.
... room for me , and fly away . Sin being gone , oh fill the place , And keep possession with thy grace ; Lest sin take courage and return , And all the writings blot or burn . X. REDEMPTION . HAVING been tenant long to a rich THE CHURCH . 31.
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... rich Lord , Not thriving , I resolved to be bold , And make a suit unto him , to afford A new small - rented lease , and cancel the old . In Heaven at his manor I him sought : They told me there , that he was lately gone About some land ...
... rich Lord , Not thriving , I resolved to be bold , And make a suit unto him , to afford A new small - rented lease , and cancel the old . In Heaven at his manor I him sought : They told me there , that he was lately gone About some land ...
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... The land of spices , something understood . XXII . HOLY COMMUNION . NoT in rich furniture , or fine array , Nor in a wedge of gold , Thou , who from me wast sold , To me dost now thyself convey ; For so thou 44 THE CHURCH .
... The land of spices , something understood . XXII . HOLY COMMUNION . NoT in rich furniture , or fine array , Nor in a wedge of gold , Thou , who from me wast sold , To me dost now thyself convey ; For so thou 44 THE CHURCH .
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Side 81 - 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.
Side 161 - I should, said He, Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in nature, not the God of nature: So both should losers be.
Side xxi - 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 34 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round ! Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes, Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in, Bibles laid open, millions of surprises ; Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, The sound of Glory ringing in our ears : Without, our shame ; within, our consciences ; Angels and grace, eternal hopes...
Side 194 - I, the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear, 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 156 - 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 31 - And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sin, That I became Most thin. With Thee Let me combine, And feel this day Thy victory, For, if I imp my wing on Thine, Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
Side 30 - 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 2 - By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear. Dare to look in thy chest ; for 'tis thine own : And tumble up and down what thou find'st there.
Side 194 - 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. And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame ? My dear, then I will serve. You must sit down, says Love and taste my meat : So I did sit and eat.