The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumer 1-21667 |
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Side 6
... doors his mind . Be thrifty , but not covetous : therefore give Thy need , thine honour , and thy friend his due . Never was scraper brave man . Get to live ; Then live , and ufe it : elfe , it is not true That thou haft gotten . Surely ...
... doors his mind . Be thrifty , but not covetous : therefore give Thy need , thine honour , and thy friend his due . Never was scraper brave man . Get to live ; Then live , and ufe it : elfe , it is not true That thou haft gotten . Surely ...
Side 15
... doors being fhut , all by the ear comes in .. 5 Who marks in church - time others fymmetry , Makes all their beauty his deformity , Let vain or bufie thoughts have there no part : Bring not thy plough , thy plots , thy pleatures thither ...
... doors being fhut , all by the ear comes in .. 5 Who marks in church - time others fymmetry , Makes all their beauty his deformity , Let vain or bufie thoughts have there no part : Bring not thy plough , thy plots , thy pleatures thither ...
Side 27
... door . hall I be fcourged , flouted , boxed , fold ? ' Tis but to tell the tale is told . My God , my God , why dost thou part from me ? Was fuch a grief as cannot be . o hall I then fing , skipping thy doleful story , And fide with thy ...
... door . hall I be fcourged , flouted , boxed , fold ? ' Tis but to tell the tale is told . My God , my God , why dost thou part from me ? Was fuch a grief as cannot be . o hall I then fing , skipping thy doleful story , And fide with thy ...
Side 32
... door . They leave thee . But that which fhews them large , fhews them unfit . 15 What ever fin did this pure rock commit , Which holds thee now ? who hath indited it Of murder ? Where our hard hearts have took up ftones to bram And ...
... door . They leave thee . But that which fhews them large , fhews them unfit . 15 What ever fin did this pure rock commit , Which holds thee now ? who hath indited it Of murder ? Where our hard hearts have took up ftones to bram And ...
Side 44
... door attend Dispatches from their friend . Ire me my captive foul , or take My body allo thither . Another lift like this will make sigi to bolletta Them both to be together . Before that fin turn'd flesh to stone , And all our lump to ...
... door attend Dispatches from their friend . Ire me my captive foul , or take My body allo thither . Another lift like this will make sigi to bolletta Them both to be together . Before that fin turn'd flesh to stone , And all our lump to ...
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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?