The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumer 1-21667 |
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Side 42
... creatures had no real light Inherent in them , thou didft make the Sun Impure a luftre , and allow them bright ; And in this fhew what Chrift hath done . That which before was darkned clean With bushy groves , pricking the lookers eye ...
... creatures had no real light Inherent in them , thou didft make the Sun Impure a luftre , and allow them bright ; And in this fhew what Chrift hath done . That which before was darkned clean With bushy groves , pricking the lookers eye ...
Side 77
... from the ventrons wretch ; That he might fave his life , and alfo hers , Who with exceffive pride Her own deftruction and his danger wears .. D33 The The fubtil Chymick can deveft And ftrip the creature naked The Church . 77.
... from the ventrons wretch ; That he might fave his life , and alfo hers , Who with exceffive pride Her own deftruction and his danger wears .. D33 The The fubtil Chymick can deveft And ftrip the creature naked The Church . 77.
Side 78
George Herbert. The fubtil Chymick can deveft And ftrip the creature naked , till he find The callow principles within their nest : There he imparts to them his mind , Admitted to their bed - chamber , before They appear trim and dreft ...
George Herbert. The fubtil Chymick can deveft And ftrip the creature naked , till he find The callow principles within their nest : There he imparts to them his mind , Admitted to their bed - chamber , before They appear trim and dreft ...
Side 82
... creature , now a wonder ; A wonder tortur'd in the space Betwixt this world and that of grace . My thoughts are all a cafe of knives , Wounding my heart With scatter'd smart , As watring - pots give flow'rs their lives . Nothing their ...
... creature , now a wonder ; A wonder tortur'd in the space Betwixt this world and that of grace . My thoughts are all a cafe of knives , Wounding my heart With scatter'd smart , As watring - pots give flow'rs their lives . Nothing their ...
Side 91
... purpofe from the ventrons wretch ; That he might fave his life , and alfo hers , Who with excelfive pride Her own deftru & tion and his danger wears .. D33 The . R The fubtil Chymick can deveft And ftrip the creature naked The Church . 77.
... purpofe from the ventrons wretch ; That he might fave his life , and alfo hers , Who with excelfive pride Her own deftru & tion and his danger wears .. D33 The . R The fubtil Chymick can deveft And ftrip the creature naked The Church . 77.
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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?