The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumer 1-21667 |
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Side 10
... Still in thy heart , that he may fee what's there . If caufe require , thou art his facrifice ; Thy drops of bloud muft pay down all his fear : But love is loft , the way of friendfhip's gone , Though David had his Fonathan , Christ his ...
... Still in thy heart , that he may fee what's there . If caufe require , thou art his facrifice ; Thy drops of bloud muft pay down all his fear : But love is loft , the way of friendfhip's gone , Though David had his Fonathan , Christ his ...
Side 22
... still are high . Was ever grief like mine ? Heark how they cry aloud ftill , Crucifie : It is not fit he live a day , they cry , Who cannot live less than eternally . Was ever grief , & c . Pilate , a stranger , holdeth off ; but they ...
... still are high . Was ever grief like mine ? Heark how they cry aloud ftill , Crucifie : It is not fit he live a day , they cry , Who cannot live less than eternally . Was ever grief , & c . Pilate , a stranger , holdeth off ; but they ...
Side 32
... thee . Yer do we still perfift as we began , aid . And fo fhould perifh , but that nothing can , Though it be cold , hard , foul , from loving man Wich - hold thee . 25 Eafter : Re heart ; thy Lord is rifen . 32 The Church .
... thee . Yer do we still perfift as we began , aid . And fo fhould perifh , but that nothing can , Though it be cold , hard , foul , from loving man Wich - hold thee . 25 Eafter : Re heart ; thy Lord is rifen . 32 The Church .
Side 34
... : With thee O let me rife As Larks , harmoniously , And fing this day thy victories : Then shall the fall fürther the flight in me . Eafter My tender age in forrow did beginne : And still 34 The Churcht Eafter-Wings ...
... : With thee O let me rife As Larks , harmoniously , And fing this day thy victories : Then shall the fall fürther the flight in me . Eafter My tender age in forrow did beginne : And still 34 The Churcht Eafter-Wings ...
Side 35
... still with fickneffes and fhame Thou didst fo punish finae , That I became t Let me combine , And feel this day thy victory : For if I imp my wing on thine , Affliction thall advance the flight in me . Eafter The Church Eafter-Wings. ...
... still with fickneffes and fhame Thou didst fo punish finae , That I became t Let me combine , And feel this day thy victory : For if I imp my wing on thine , Affliction thall advance the flight in me . Eafter The Church Eafter-Wings. ...
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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?