 Whom, if we were not very dull, We could not choose but look on still, Since there is no place so alone The which he doth not fill. Sundays the pillars are On which heav'n's palace arched lies; The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities.  A Book for Spare Moments: The Urn and the Pageav Harvey Buckland - 1856 - 162 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | 1839 - 274 sider
...whole to stoop and bow, Till thy release appear. Man had straight forward gone To endless death : but thou dost pull And turn us round, to look on one,...alone, The which he doth not fill. Sundays the pillars are,1 On which heaven's palace arched lies : The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with... | |
 | 1867 - 740 sider
...time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light ; Thv torch doth show the way. " Sundays the pillars are On which heaven's palace arched...lies ; The other days fill up the spare And hollow rooms with vanities : They are the fruitful beds and borders In God's rich garden : that is base Which... | |
 | 1839 - 460 sider
...balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light -. _ Thy torch doth show the way. • * • * Sundays the pillars are, On which Heaven's palace arched lies : The other days fill up the space And hollow room with vanities. They are the fruitful beds and borders In God's rich garden :... | |
 | 1851 - 592 sider
...whole to stoop and bow, Till thy release appear. Man had strait forward gone To endless death ; but thou dost pull And turn us round to look on one. Whom,...he doth not fill. Sundays the pillars are, On which Heavens' Palace arched lies : The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities. They... | |
 | Martingale - 1843 - 314 sider
...house of prayer, to the sanetuary of devotion, to the font of praise, to the altar of thanksgiving. " Sundays the pillars are, On which heaven's palace arched lies ; The other days fill up the spare And hallow room with vanities. They are the faithful beds and borders Of God's rich garden : that is bare... | |
 | James White - 1843 - 310 sider
...house of prayer, to the sanetuary of devotion, to the font of praise, to the altar of thanksgiving. " Sundays the pillars are, On which heaven's palace arched lies ; The other days fill up the spare And hallow room with vanities. They are the faithful beds and borders Of God's rich garden : that is bare... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 sider
...and bow, Till thy release appear. Man had straight forward gone To endless death : but thou dost pu!l he present day. [The lifformation — Monk» and Punían*.] Here should my wonder dwell, and here »till; Since there is no place so alone, The which he doth not fill. Sundays the pillars are, On which... | |
 | George Herbert - 1844 - 388 sider
...floop and bow, Till thy releafe appear. Man had ftraight forward gone To endlefs death ; but thou doft pull And turn us round to look on one, Whom, if we were not very dull, We could not choofe but look on ftill ; Since there is no place fo alone The which he doth not fill. Sundays the... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1846 - 292 sider
...time ; care's balm and bay :— The week were dark, but for thy light; Thy torch doth show the way. Sundays the pillars are On which heaven's palace arched...spare And hollow room with vanities. They are the frukful bed and borders, In God's rich garden; that is bare, Which parts their ranks and orders. The... | |
 | George Herbert - 1846 - 432 sider
...Whom, if we were not very dull, We could not choofe but look on ftill ; Since there is no place fo alone The which he doth not fill. Sundays the pillars...heaven's palace arched lies : The other days fill up the fpare And hollow room with vanities. They are the fruitful beds and borders In God's rich garden :... | |
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