The poetical works of George Herbert. IllustratedJames Nisbet and Company, 1856 - 20 sider |
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... 223 HOLY BAPTISME THE HOLY COMMUNION HOME . HOPE · HUMILITIE THE HOLDFAST 50 , 50 PARADISE · 170 62 PEACE . · • 159 • 136 PRAISE . . • 155 PRAYER 75 , 186 , 200 61 , 131 87 PROVIDENCE • 147 182 PSALME XXIII 219 2 Contents .
... 223 HOLY BAPTISME THE HOLY COMMUNION HOME . HOPE · HUMILITIE THE HOLDFAST 50 , 50 PARADISE · 170 62 PEACE . · • 159 • 136 PRAISE . . • 155 PRAYER 75 , 186 , 200 61 , 131 87 PROVIDENCE • 147 182 PSALME XXIII 219 2 Contents .
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... Peace , where dost thou dwell ? Heark , how the birds do sing • • 14 33 22 152 159 167 THE STORM 22 169 Things present shrink and die . 34 185 Mothers are kind J. Clayton 189 Yet can I mark how herbs below Grow green and gay B. Foster ...
... Peace , where dost thou dwell ? Heark , how the birds do sing • • 14 33 22 152 159 167 THE STORM 22 169 Things present shrink and die . 34 185 Mothers are kind J. Clayton 189 Yet can I mark how herbs below Grow green and gay B. Foster ...
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... peace Blowing up houses with their whole increase . In conversation boldnesse now bears sway . But know , that nothing can so foolish be , As empty boldnesse : therefore first assay To stuffe thy minde with solid braverie ; Then march ...
... peace Blowing up houses with their whole increase . In conversation boldnesse now bears sway . But know , that nothing can so foolish be , As empty boldnesse : therefore first assay To stuffe thy minde with solid braverie ; Then march ...
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... name : That , if I chance to hold my peace , These stones to praise thee may not cease . O let thy blessed SACRIFICE be mine , And sanctifie this ALTAR to be thine . Tha HGRIFICE Olr all ye , who passe by , The Church . 27.
... name : That , if I chance to hold my peace , These stones to praise thee may not cease . O let thy blessed SACRIFICE be mine , And sanctifie this ALTAR to be thine . Tha HGRIFICE Olr all ye , who passe by , The Church . 27.
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... Peace ; peace that doth passe All understanding , more than heav'n doth glasse : Was ever grief like mine ? Why , Cesar is their onely King , not I : He clave the stonie rock , when they were drie ; But surely not their hearts , as I ...
... Peace ; peace that doth passe All understanding , more than heav'n doth glasse : Was ever grief like mine ? Why , Cesar is their onely King , not I : He clave the stonie rock , when they were drie ; But surely not their hearts , as I ...
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The Poetical Works of George Herbert George Herbert,Robert Aris Willmott Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1855 |
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AFFLICTION art thou beleeve blessed bloud brave breast breath Chor Christ Church crie dayes deare death delight dimme doore doth drest dust earth ev'n ev'ry eyes farre fear flesh flie flowers foes foul giv'n give glorie glorious grief grone grow hadst Hast thou hath head heare heart heav'n holy honour joyes King let thy light liv'd live live not dead look Lord lust lute mend minde mirth musick night peace pleasure poore posie praise thee rest runne Saviour scumme seek shine show thy sigh sing sinne skie sonne sorrow soul starres stay stone sunne sure sweet sweetly sweetnesse tears thine things thither thou art thou canst thou didst thou dost thou hast thou mayst thou shalt thou wilt thoughts thy hand thy love thy praise thyself truth no beautie unto verse vertue wayes weep Wherefore winde words wouldst
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Side 111 - 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 195 - Not so, my heart; but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit and not; forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. Away; take heed: I will abroad. Call in thy death's head there: tie up thy fears. He that forbears To suit and serve his need, Deserves his load.
Side 55 - When I got health, Thou took'st away my life, And more, — for my friends die: My mirth and edge was lost, a blunted knife Was of more use...
Side 229 - DISCIPLINE. THROW away thy rod. Throw away thy wrath 0 my God, Take the gentle path. For my heart's desire Unto thine is bent : I aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And thy book alone. Though I fail, I weep : Though I halt in pace, Yet I creep To the throne of grace.
Side 49 - With Thee O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day Thy victories : Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
Side 236 - 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 th
Side 211 - THE FLOWER. How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are Thy returns ! e'en as the flowers in spring , To which, besides their own demean, The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing.
Side 159 - PEACE. SWEET Peace, where dost thou dwell ? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, And ask'd, if Peace were there. A hollow wind did seem to answer, No : Go seek elsewhere.
Side 249 - Upon Thine altar burnt? Cannot Thy love Heighten a spirit to sound out Thy praise As well as any she? Cannot Thy Dove Outstrip their Cupid easily in flight?
Side 213 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.