The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private EjaculationsPickering, 1838 - 361 sider |
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... delight into a sacrifice . Beware of lust ; it doth pollute and foul Whom God in Baptism wash'd with his own blood : It blots the lesson written in thy soul ; The holy lines cannot be understood . How dare those eyes upon a Bible look ...
... delight into a sacrifice . Beware of lust ; it doth pollute and foul Whom God in Baptism wash'd with his own blood : It blots the lesson written in thy soul ; The holy lines cannot be understood . How dare those eyes upon a Bible look ...
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... delight to be ? My God , my God Was ever grief like mine ? Shame tears my soul , my body many a wound ; Sharp nails pierce this , but sharper that confound ; Reproaches , which are free , while I am bound : Was ever grief like mine ...
... delight to be ? My God , my God Was ever grief like mine ? Shame tears my soul , my body many a wound ; Sharp nails pierce this , but sharper that confound ; Reproaches , which are free , while I am bound : Was ever grief like mine ...
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... 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 so fine , And made 38 THE CHURCH .
... 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 so fine , And made 38 THE CHURCH .
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... delights : but we are all To sorrows old , If life be told From what life feeleth , Adam's fall . O let thy height of mercy then Compassionate short - breathed men , Cut me not off for my most foul transgression : I do confess My ...
... delights : but we are all To sorrows old , If life be told From what life feeleth , Adam's fall . O let thy height of mercy then Compassionate short - breathed men , Cut me not off for my most foul transgression : I do confess My ...
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... delights , where we may wish and take . Ladies , look here ; this is the thankful glass , That mends the looker's eyes : That washes what it shows . this is the well Who can endear Thy praise too much ? thou art heaven's Lieger here ...
... delights , where we may wish and take . Ladies , look here ; this is the thankful glass , That mends the looker's eyes : That washes what it shows . this is the well Who can endear Thy praise too much ? thou art heaven's Lieger here ...
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Side 85 - 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 167 - 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 xxv - HOU, 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 200 - 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 marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
Side 15 - In time of service seal up both thine eyes, And send them to thy heart ; that, spying sin, They may weep out the stains by them did rise. Those doors being shut, all by the ear comes in. Who marks in church-time others' symmetry, Makes all their beauty his deformity.
Side 34 - 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 xxv - 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 16 - 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.
Side 88 - MAN. 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 98 - One might have sought, and found thee presently, At some fair oak, or bush, or cave, or well: Is my God this way ? No, they would reply; He is to Sinai gone, as we heard tell: List, ye may heare great Aarons bell.