The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumes 1-21667 |
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... figh , and with I were a tree ; For fure then I fhould grow To fruit or fhade : at leaft fome bird would crust . Her houshold to me , and I should be just.bbing link ૩ Yet , though thou troubleft me , I must be meek ; 7 . In weakness ...
... figh , and with I were a tree ; For fure then I fhould grow To fruit or fhade : at leaft fome bird would crust . Her houshold to me , and I should be just.bbing link ૩ Yet , though thou troubleft me , I must be meek ; 7 . In weakness ...
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... figh might well have blown Our innocent earth to heaven . .8 For fure when Adam did not know To fin , or fin to fmother ; He might to heav'n from paradife go , As from one room t ' another . Thou haft reftor'd us to this eases on By ...
... figh might well have blown Our innocent earth to heaven . .8 For fure when Adam did not know To fin , or fin to fmother ; He might to heav'n from paradife go , As from one room t ' another . Thou haft reftor'd us to this eases on By ...
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... grief , . To guide and govern it to my relief , Making a fcepter of the rod : Hadft thou not had thy part , Sure the unruly , figh had broke my heart .. 39 Bu But fince thy breath gave me both life and fhape 64 The Church .
... grief , . To guide and govern it to my relief , Making a fcepter of the rod : Hadft thou not had thy part , Sure the unruly , figh had broke my heart .. 39 Bu But fince thy breath gave me both life and fhape 64 The Church .
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... figh , what's then behind ? Or if fome years with it escape , The figh then only is A gale to bring me fooner to my bliss . Thy life on earth was grief , and thou art ftill Conftant unto it , making it to be 10 A point of honour , now ...
... figh , what's then behind ? Or if fome years with it escape , The figh then only is A gale to bring me fooner to my bliss . Thy life on earth was grief , and thou art ftill Conftant unto it , making it to be 10 A point of honour , now ...
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... fo faft ? What is this womankind , which I can wink Into a blackness and distaste ? Ofhew thy , & c . 10 20 25 30 20 25 30 With one small figh thou gav'ft me With 1.00 The Church . How canft thou stay, confidering the pace ...
... fo faft ? What is this womankind , which I can wink Into a blackness and distaste ? Ofhew thy , & c . 10 20 25 30 20 25 30 With one small figh thou gav'ft me With 1.00 The Church . How canft thou stay, confidering the pace ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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?