The Complete Works of George Herbert: And The Satires and Psalms of Bishop HallT. Nelson, 1855 - 498 էջ |
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... grone , Remember that thou once didst write in stone . 9. GOOD FRIDAY . O MY chief good , How shall I measure out thy bloud ? How shall I count what thee befell , And each grief tell ? Shall I thy woes Number according to thy foes ? 36 ...
... grone , Remember that thou once didst write in stone . 9. GOOD FRIDAY . O MY chief good , How shall I measure out thy bloud ? How shall I count what thee befell , And each grief tell ? Shall I thy woes Number according to thy foes ? 36 ...
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... grone . And truly brasse and stones are heavie things , Tombes for the dead , not temples fit for thee : But grones are quick , and full of wings , And all their motions upward be ; And ever as they mount , like larks they sing : The ...
... grone . And truly brasse and stones are heavie things , Tombes for the dead , not temples fit for thee : But grones are quick , and full of wings , And all their motions upward be ; And ever as they mount , like larks they sing : The ...
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... grone ? The most of me to heav'n is fled : My thoughts and joyes are all packt up and gone , And for their old acquaintance plead . O show thy self , & c . Come , dearest Lord , passe not this holy season , My flesh and bones and joynts ...
... grone ? The most of me to heav'n is fled : My thoughts and joyes are all packt up and gone , And for their old acquaintance plead . O show thy self , & c . Come , dearest Lord , passe not this holy season , My flesh and bones and joynts ...
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... grone Thy joyes . Not that thou hast not still above Much better tunes , then grones can make ; But that these countrey - aires thy love Did take . Wherefore I crie , and crie again ; And in no quiet canst thou be , Till I a thankfull ...
... grone Thy joyes . Not that thou hast not still above Much better tunes , then grones can make ; But that these countrey - aires thy love Did take . Wherefore I crie , and crie again ; And in no quiet canst thou be , Till I a thankfull ...
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... grone . O take thy lute , and tune it to a strain , Which may with thee All day complain . There can no discord but in ceasing be . Marbles can weep ; and surely strings More bowels have , than such hard things . Lord , I adjudge myself ...
... grone . O take thy lute , and tune it to a strain , Which may with thee All day complain . There can no discord but in ceasing be . Marbles can weep ; and surely strings More bowels have , than such hard things . Lord , I adjudge myself ...
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Էջ 198 - 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 marrM them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
Էջ 193 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for thee...
Էջ 10 - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both.
Էջ 73 - WHO is the honest man ? He that doth still and strongly good pursue, To God, his neighbour, and himself most true ; Whom neither force nor fawning can Unpin or wrench from giving all their due. Whose honesty is not So loose or easy, that a ruffling wind Can blow away, or glittering look it blind ; Who rides his sure and even trot, While the world now rides by, now lags behind.
Էջ 41 - As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories : 'Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
Էջ 148 - TRAVELL'D on, seeing the hill, where lay My expectation. A long it was and weary way. The gloomy cave of Desperation I left on th' one, and on the other side The rock of Pride.
Էջ 95 - But Man hath caught and kept it, as his prey. His eyes dismount the highest star ; He is, in little, all the sphere. Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they Find their acquaintance there.
Էջ 160 - All wasted? Not so, my heart; but there is fruit, And thou hast hands.
Էջ 98 - I made a posy, while the day ran by: Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Էջ 187 - 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.