The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private EjaculationsPickering, 1838 - 361 sider |
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... Some ship them over , and the thing is done . Study this art , make it thy great design ; And if God's image move thee not , let thine . Some great estates provide , but do not breed A 4 THE CHURCH - PORCH . Lent Life Page Page.
... Some ship them over , and the thing is done . Study this art , make it thy great design ; And if God's image move thee not , let thine . Some great estates provide , but do not breed A 4 THE CHURCH - PORCH . Lent Life Page Page.
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... thine own : And tumble up and down what thou find'st there . Who cannot rest till he good fellows find , He breaks up house , turns out of doors his mind . Be thrifty , but not covetous : therefore give Thy need , thine honour , and thy ...
... thine own : And tumble up and down what thou find'st there . Who cannot rest till he good fellows find , He breaks up house , turns out of doors his mind . Be thrifty , but not covetous : therefore give Thy need , thine honour , and thy ...
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... thine own measure . Who cannot live on twenty pound a year , Cannot on forty : he's a man of pleasure , A kind of thing that's for itself too dear . The curious unthrift makes his clothes too wide , And spares himself , but would his ...
... thine own measure . Who cannot live on twenty pound a year , Cannot on forty : he's a man of pleasure , A kind of thing that's for itself too dear . The curious unthrift makes his clothes too wide , And spares himself , but would his ...
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... thine own things laugh ; lest in the jest Thy person share , and the conceit advance . Make not thy sport , abuses : for the fly , That feeds on dung , is coloured thereby . Pick out of mirth , like stones out of thy ground ...
... thine own things laugh ; lest in the jest Thy person share , and the conceit advance . Make not thy sport , abuses : for the fly , That feeds on dung , is coloured thereby . Pick out of mirth , like stones out of thy ground ...
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... thine in service , care , or coldness Doth ratably thy fortunes mar or make . Feed no man in his sins : for adulation Doth make thee parcel - devil in damnation . Envy not greatness : for thou makest thereby Thyself the worse , and so ...
... thine in service , care , or coldness Doth ratably thy fortunes mar or make . Feed no man in his sins : for adulation Doth make thee parcel - devil in damnation . Envy not greatness : for thou makest thereby Thyself the worse , and so ...
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AFFLICTION art thou atque blessed blood brave breast breath bring Cathari Christ Christopher Harvey Church Cùm dear death decus delight divine door doth drest dust e'en earth eyes fear flesh flower foes give glory God's grace Greece grief grieve groan grow hæc hand Hast thou hath hear heart heaven Herbert holy holy orders honour King light live look Lord malè mihi mind mirth NICHOLAS FERRAR night numine nunc olim once peace pleasure poems poor posy quæ quam Quas Quin rest Saviour shine show thyself sigh sing sins sorrow soul stars stay sure sweet SWEET day Synagogue tears thee thine things thou art thou canst thou didst thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thoughts thy love thy praise tibi tuis unto verse weep Wherefore wind words Wouldst Есно
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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.