The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Հատորներ 1-21667 |
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... most Are gone to graffe , and in the pasture loft . 10 This loffe fprings chiefly from our education . Some till their ground , but let weeds choke their Ton Some mark a partrige , never their childs fashion : 15 Some ship them over ...
... most Are gone to graffe , and in the pasture loft . 10 This loffe fprings chiefly from our education . Some till their ground , but let weeds choke their Ton Some mark a partrige , never their childs fashion : 15 Some ship them over ...
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... most pray , is heaven . When once thy foot enters the Church , be bare . God is more there than thou : for thou art there Only by his permiffion . Then beware , And make thy felf all reverence and fear . 20 Kneeling ne're fpoil'd filk ...
... most pray , is heaven . When once thy foot enters the Church , be bare . God is more there than thou : for thou art there Only by his permiffion . Then beware , And make thy felf all reverence and fear . 20 Kneeling ne're fpoil'd filk ...
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... most high day . 7704 Confort both heart and lute , and twift a fong Pleasant and long 15 Or , fince all mufick is but three parts vied , And multiplieds O let thy bleffed Spirit bear a part , And make up our defects with his sweet art ...
... most high day . 7704 Confort both heart and lute , and twift a fong Pleasant and long 15 Or , fince all mufick is but three parts vied , And multiplieds O let thy bleffed Spirit bear a part , And make up our defects with his sweet art ...
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George Herbert. Eafter - Wings Eafter - Wings . ; Most thinne . With thee. Lord , who createdst man in wealth & store , Though foolishly he loft the fame , Decaying more and more , Till he became Moft poore : With thee O let me rife As ...
George Herbert. Eafter - Wings Eafter - Wings . ; Most thinne . With thee. Lord , who createdst man in wealth & store , Though foolishly he loft the fame , Decaying more and more , Till he became Moft poore : With thee O let me rife As ...
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George Herbert. Eafter - Wings . ; Most thinne . With thee H. Baptifin . AS he that fees a dark and. My tender age in forrow did beginne : And still with fickneffes and fhame Thou didst fo punish finae , That I became t Let me combine ...
George Herbert. Eafter - Wings . ; Most thinne . With thee H. Baptifin . AS he that fees a dark and. My tender age in forrow did beginne : And still with fickneffes and fhame Thou didst fo punish finae , That I became t Let me combine ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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?