The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumer 1-21667 |
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Side 43
... ftrength , Thou creep'ft into my breaft ; Making thy way my rest , as And thy fmall quantities my length ; Which fpread their forces into ev'ry part , Meeting fins force and art . Yer Yet can these not get over to my soul , The Church . 43.
... ftrength , Thou creep'ft into my breaft ; Making thy way my rest , as And thy fmall quantities my length ; Which fpread their forces into ev'ry part , Meeting fins force and art . Yer Yet can these not get over to my soul , The Church . 43.
Side 44
... to this eases on By this thy heav'nly bloud , ' Which I can go to when I please , H And leave th ' earth to their food . Cho . 5 L Antiphon . Et all the world Antip 44 The Church Yet can these not get over to my soul, ...
... to this eases on By this thy heav'nly bloud , ' Which I can go to when I please , H And leave th ' earth to their food . Cho . 5 L Antiphon . Et all the world Antip 44 The Church Yet can these not get over to my soul, ...
Side 177
... Souls 25 Which cannot be , Because thou doft abide with me , And I depend on thee ; Yet when thou doft fupprefs The chearfulness Of thy abode , And in my powers not stir abroad , But leave me to my load : O what a damp and shade Doth me ...
... Souls 25 Which cannot be , Because thou doft abide with me , And I depend on thee ; Yet when thou doft fupprefs The chearfulness Of thy abode , And in my powers not stir abroad , But leave me to my load : O what a damp and shade Doth me ...
Side 13
... Soul Corrections , Gods pruning - knife Our 131.1 1.13 126.1 Covetousness , bafe 6.7 69.3 dangerous 6. 19 the root of all evil 69. 1. 14 as folish an idolatry as ever E- Bypt was guilty of 187. 17 an acting of Judas's part o- ver again ...
... Soul Corrections , Gods pruning - knife Our 131.1 1.13 126.1 Covetousness , bafe 6.7 69.3 dangerous 6. 19 the root of all evil 69. 1. 14 as folish an idolatry as ever E- Bypt was guilty of 187. 17 an acting of Judas's part o- ver again ...
Side 18
... Souls 37. 19 41.19 78.9 89 . 23 100.7 122. 123 his two lines to draw us to himfelf , 90.1 how he friv th with Man , 93.7 99.13 133.17 his care of his people , and their con- fidence in him , 167. 1 , & c . he careth most for when he ...
... Souls 37. 19 41.19 78.9 89 . 23 100.7 122. 123 his two lines to draw us to himfelf , 90.1 how he friv th with Man , 93.7 99.13 133.17 his care of his people , and their con- fidence in him , 167. 1 , & c . he careth most for when he ...
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Populære avsnitt
Side 91 - Each creature hath a wisdom for his good. The pigeons feed their tender offspring crying, When they are callow ; but withdraw their food, When they are fledged, that need may teach them flying.
Side 78 - For us, the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow; Nothing we see, but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Side 91 - 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 74 - 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. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Side 150 - Into thy face, Thou art grown fair and full of grace, Much in request, much sought for as a good. For we do now behold thee gay and glad, As at doomsday, When souls shall wear their new array, And all thy bones with beauty shall be clad.
Side 149 - Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine: Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold : For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told.
Side 119 - The Collar I struck the board, and cry'd, No more. I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the rode, Loose as the winde, as large as store. Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me bloud, and not restore What I have lost with cordiall fruit? Sure there was wine...
Side 24 - I straight return'd, and, knowing his great birth, Sought him accordingly in great resorts ; In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts : At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth Of theeves and murderers : there I him espied, "Who straight Your suit is granted, said, and died.
Side 130 - The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness?