The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private EjaculationsPickering, 1838 - 361 sider |
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... thou By thy eternal glory didst outgo me ? Couldst thou not grief's sad conquests me allow , But in all victories overthrow me ? Yet by confession will I come Into the conquest . Though I can do nought Against thee , in thee I will ...
... thou By thy eternal glory didst outgo me ? Couldst thou not grief's sad conquests me allow , But in all victories overthrow me ? Yet by confession will I come Into the conquest . Though I can do nought Against thee , in thee I will ...
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... thy image , hear my call : [ groan , And though my hard heart scarce to thee can Remember that thou once didst write in stone . IX . GOOD FRIDAY . O MY chief good , How shall I measure out thy blood ? How shall I count what thee befell ...
... thy image , hear my call : [ groan , And though my hard heart scarce to thee can Remember that thou once didst write in stone . IX . GOOD FRIDAY . O MY chief good , How shall I measure out thy blood ? How shall I count what thee befell ...
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... thee O let me rise As larks , harmoniously , And sing this day thy victories : Then shall the fall further the flight in me . My tender age in sorrow did begin : And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sin , That I ...
... thee O let me rise As larks , harmoniously , And sing this day thy victories : Then shall the fall further the flight in me . My tender age in sorrow did begin : And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sin , That I ...
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... thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage , on my infancy Thou didst lay hold , and antedate My faith in me . O let me still Write thee great God , and me a child : Let me be soft and supple to thy will , 36 THE CHURCH . 36.
... thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage , on my infancy Thou didst lay hold , and antedate My faith in me . O let me still Write thee great God , and me a child : Let me be soft and supple to thy will , 36 THE CHURCH . 36.
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... thou didst entice to thee my heart , I thought the service brave : So many joys I writ down for my part , Besides what I might have Out of my stock of natural delights , Augmented with thy gracious benefits . I looked on thy furniture ...
... thou didst entice to thee my heart , I thought the service brave : So many joys I writ down for my part , Besides what I might have Out of my stock of natural delights , Augmented with thy gracious benefits . I looked on thy furniture ...
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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.