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... Eyes . When you depart , fall down and kifs that Land , Where once his Mafter's facred Feet did stand .. No Art or Engine can you fafely truft To polifh him , but his own facred Duft . Nor can you Paint or Pencil him too high , That liv ...
... Eyes . When you depart , fall down and kifs that Land , Where once his Mafter's facred Feet did stand .. No Art or Engine can you fafely truft To polifh him , but his own facred Duft . Nor can you Paint or Pencil him too high , That liv ...
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... eyes . Mirrors were made to mend , not mar our fight , Gloe - worms to glitter in th ' moft gloomy Night . About thofe glorious Regions he is fled , Where once Saint Paul was rapt and ravished . Here a Divine , Prophet and Poet lies ...
... eyes . Mirrors were made to mend , not mar our fight , Gloe - worms to glitter in th ' moft gloomy Night . About thofe glorious Regions he is fled , Where once Saint Paul was rapt and ravished . Here a Divine , Prophet and Poet lies ...
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... eyes , Without Checkmate Religion weftward flies . A moft fad Sacrifice was made of late Of God's poor lambs by Pharifaick hate . For Difcipline with Doctrine fo to jarr , Was juft like bringing Juftice to the Bar . Was it the will , or ...
... eyes , Without Checkmate Religion weftward flies . A moft fad Sacrifice was made of late Of God's poor lambs by Pharifaick hate . For Difcipline with Doctrine fo to jarr , Was juft like bringing Juftice to the Bar . Was it the will , or ...
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... eyes may fee , as hath been seen before , Religion's Foes ly floating on the Shore : The head of England's Church proud Babels , bus Will Faith defend , and peace will Fanus shut . Adverfus Impia .. Anno 1670 . The T The Dedication ...
... eyes may fee , as hath been seen before , Religion's Foes ly floating on the Shore : The head of England's Church proud Babels , bus Will Faith defend , and peace will Fanus shut . Adverfus Impia .. Anno 1670 . The T The Dedication ...
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... Accept of them and me , And make us ftrive , who shall fing beft thy Name . Turn their eyes bither , who fhall make a gain ; Theirs , who fhall hurt themselves or me , refrain The HERBERT Behold an Orator , Divinely fage , The Prophet.
... Accept of them and me , And make us ftrive , who shall fing beft thy Name . Turn their eyes bither , who fhall make a gain ; Theirs , who fhall hurt themselves or me , refrain The HERBERT Behold an Orator , Divinely fage , The Prophet.
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Affliction alfo Anfwer Beafts becauſe beft Bemerton bleffed Blood Chrift Chriftian Church conftant conftantly dear Death defire Divine doth dreft Duft Earl of Danby Earth elfe ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faft faid Faith fame fear feek felves ferve fhall fhew fhine fhould fince fing firft fome foul Foys Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fweet George Herbert Glory God's Grace grief happy hath Heart Heaven Highnam himſelf holy Honour Houfe inftructed Jefus King laft lefs liv'd live loft Lord Love Luft Mafter meaſure Mercy moft Mufick muft Occafion pafs Perfons Pfalms Pleaſure Pofy poor Praife praiſe pray Prayers prefent Prieft raiſe Reafon reft rejoyce rife Rofe Saviour ſay ſee ſhall Sorrow Soul Tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou art thou doft Thoughts thy felf unto uſe Verfe whofe Woodnot World
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Página 62 - But no hearing. O that Thou shouldst give dust a tongue To cry to Thee, And then not hear it crying ! all day long My heart was in my knee, But no hearing. Therefore my soul lay out of sight, Untuned, unstrung : My feeble spirit, unable to look right, Like a nipt blossom, hung Discontented.
Página 148 - 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?
Página 59 - To dig thee out of thy dark cave and grot. Then forcing thee, by fire he made thee bright : Nay, thou hast got the face of man ; for we Have with our stamp and seal transferr'd our right ; Thou art the man, and man but dross to thee.
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