The Temple: And the Country ParsonJ. B. Dow, 1842 - 369 páginas |
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... doth aut . Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame , To praise thy name : That if I chance to hold my peace . These stones to praise thee may not cease . Oh let thy blessed sacrifice be mine ; And sanctify this altar to ...
... doth aut . Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame , To praise thy name : That if I chance to hold my peace . These stones to praise thee may not cease . Oh let thy blessed sacrifice be mine ; And sanctify this altar to ...
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... Doth Poetry Wear Venus ' livery ? only serve her turn ? Why are not sonnets made of thee ? and lays Upon thine altar burnt ? Cannot thy love Heighten a spirit to sound out thy praise As well as any she ? Cannot thy Dove Outstrip REV ...
... Doth Poetry Wear Venus ' livery ? only serve her turn ? Why are not sonnets made of thee ? and lays Upon thine altar burnt ? Cannot thy love Heighten a spirit to sound out thy praise As well as any she ? Cannot thy Dove Outstrip REV ...
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... doth that fire , which by thy power and might Each breast doth feel , no braver fuel choose Than that which one day worms may chance refuse ? Sure , Lord , there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of ink ; for , as the deluge did Cover the ...
... doth that fire , which by thy power and might Each breast doth feel , no braver fuel choose Than that which one day worms may chance refuse ? Sure , Lord , there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of ink ; for , as the deluge did Cover the ...
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... doth thy power cross - bias me , not making Thine own gifts good , yet me from my ways taking . Now I am here , what thou wilt do with me None of my books will show . I read , and sigh , and wish I were a tree , For then sure I should ...
... doth thy power cross - bias me , not making Thine own gifts good , yet me from my ways taking . Now I am here , what thou wilt do with me None of my books will show . I read , and sigh , and wish I were a tree , For then sure I should ...
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... doth pollute and foul Whom God in baptism washed with his own blood ; It blots the lesson written in thy soul ; The holy lines cannot be understood . How dare those eyes upon a Bible look , Much less towards God , whose lust is all ...
... doth pollute and foul Whom God in baptism washed with his own blood ; It blots the lesson written in thy soul ; The holy lines cannot be understood . How dare those eyes upon a Bible look , Much less towards God , whose lust is all ...
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afflictions art thou Bemerton Bialogue blessing blood brave breast breath canst catechising charity Christ Christian church Church Monuments Country Parson cure dear death delight discourse divide and choose divine door doth drest Duncon dust e'en earth eyes fear flesh flowers fruit GEORGE HERBERT give glory God's grace grief grow hand hath hear heart heaven Highnam holy honor keep king labor lest light live look Lord lute Master mind mirth never night occasion parish peace pleasure poor pray prayers Prebend rule Saviour scripture sermon servants shew thyself sick sigh sing sins sorrow soul stars sure sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou didst thou dost thou hast thou shalt thoughts thy love thy praise truth truth no beauty turn unto verse virtue weep Wherefore wilt wind words
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Página 160 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, 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 240 - Let us (said He) pour on him all we can. Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way, Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure. When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone of all His treasure Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...
Página 114 - LORD, with what care hast thou begirt us round ! Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers — Pulpits and Sundays ; sorrow dogging sin ; Afflictions sorted ; anguish of all sizes...
Página 73 - THOU, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure : A verse may find him, who a Sermon flies, And turn delight into a Sacrifice.
Página 185 - 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: But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Página 167 - MADE a posie, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band. But time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Página 88 - Sum up at night what thou hast done by day ; And in the morning, what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul ; mark the decay And growth of it. If, with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both. Since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
Página 125 - WHO says that fictions only and false hair Become a verse ? Is there in truth no beauty ? Is all good structure in a winding stair...
Página 233 - I no bays to crown it? No flowers, no garlands gay? All blasted? All wasted ? Not so, my heart; but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures; leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit and not; forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands Which...
Página 156 - THE WORLD. L-,OVE built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning fancies, she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs did support the frame, Whereas they were supported by the same ; But Wisdom quickly swept them all away. Then Pleasure came, who, liking not the fashion, Began to make balconies, terraces...