The Works of George Herbert, Volum 2W. Pickering, 1838 |
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... tibi Metra parit . 2 . CORNELIA sanctæ , graves Semproniæ , Et quicquid uspiam est severæ fœminæ , Conferte lacrymas : Illa , quæ vos miscuit Vestrasque laudes , poscit et mixtas genas . Namque hanc ruinam salva Gravitas defleat ...
... tibi Metra parit . 2 . CORNELIA sanctæ , graves Semproniæ , Et quicquid uspiam est severæ fœminæ , Conferte lacrymas : Illa , quæ vos miscuit Vestrasque laudes , poscit et mixtas genas . Namque hanc ruinam salva Gravitas defleat ...
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... voce mirè convenit . Volant per orbem literæ notissimæ : O blanda dextra , neutiquam istoc pulveris , Quò nunc recumbis , scriptio merita est tua , Pactoli arena tibi tumulus est unicus . Adde his trientem 216 PARENTALIA .
... voce mirè convenit . Volant per orbem literæ notissimæ : O blanda dextra , neutiquam istoc pulveris , Quò nunc recumbis , scriptio merita est tua , Pactoli arena tibi tumulus est unicus . Adde his trientem 216 PARENTALIA .
Side 217
... tibi Quêis me educasti ; sponte chartas illinunt Fructum laborum consecutæ maximum Laudando Matrem , cum repugnant inscii . 3 . CUR splendes , O Phoebe ? ecquid demittere matrem Ad nos cum radio tam rutilante potes ? At superat caput ...
... tibi Quêis me educasti ; sponte chartas illinunt Fructum laborum consecutæ maximum Laudando Matrem , cum repugnant inscii . 3 . CUR splendes , O Phoebe ? ecquid demittere matrem Ad nos cum radio tam rutilante potes ? At superat caput ...
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George Herbert John Allen Giles. Scilicet id splendes : hæc est tibi causa micandi Et lucro apponis gaudia sancta tuo . Verùm heus si nequeas cœlo demittere matrem , Sitque omnis motûs nescia , tanta quies , Fac radios saltèm ingemines ...
George Herbert John Allen Giles. Scilicet id splendes : hæc est tibi causa micandi Et lucro apponis gaudia sancta tuo . Verùm heus si nequeas cœlo demittere matrem , Sitque omnis motûs nescia , tanta quies , Fac radios saltèm ingemines ...
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... , Genitrix , scriptum proles tibi sedula mittit . Siste parum cantus , dum legis ista , tuos . Nôsse sui quid agant , quædam est quoque musica sanctis , Quæque olim fuerat cura , manere potest . Nos miserè PARENTALIA . 221.
... , Genitrix , scriptum proles tibi sedula mittit . Siste parum cantus , dum legis ista , tuos . Nôsse sui quid agant , quædam est quoque musica sanctis , Quæque olim fuerat cura , manere potest . Nos miserè PARENTALIA . 221.
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Side 85 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, 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 1 - THOU, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure : A verse may find him, who a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice.
Side 200 - I, the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I ? Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
Side 6 - Dare to look in thy chest ; for 'tis thine own : And tumble up and down what thou find'st there. Who cannot rest till he good fellows find, He breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.
Side 34 - I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way; I got me boughs off many a tree: But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. The sun arising in the east, Though he give light, and th' east perfume; If they should offer to contest With Thy arising, they presume.
Side 210 - Sure, Lord, there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of ink ; for, as the deluge did Cover the earth, so doth thy majesty : Each cloud distils thy praise, and doth forbid Poets to turn it to another use. Roses and lilies speak thee ; and to make A pair of cheeks of them, is thy abuse.
Side 35 - 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 16 - Sum up at night what thou hast done by day ; And in the morning, what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul ; mark the decay And growth of it. If, with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both. Since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
Side 88 - MAN. MY God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation, But he that means to dwell therein. What house more stately hath there been, Or can be, than is Man ? to whose creation All things are in decay.
Side 131 - I have their fruit, and more. Blessed be God, who prosper'd Noah's vine, And made it bring forth grapes good store.