The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private EjaculationsPickering, 1844 - 350 pages |
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... verse . The Greek and Latin Poems entitled Parentalia , which , having been discovered too late for insertion in the former edition , were attached to the Remains , have , in this edition , been inserted in their proper places : they ...
... verse . The Greek and Latin Poems entitled Parentalia , which , having been discovered too late for insertion in the former edition , were attached to the Remains , have , in this edition , been inserted in their proper places : they ...
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... Life by Barnabas Oley and Izaak Walton pre- fixed , and together form the entire works of Her- bert known to be extant . Piccadilly , June 30 , 1844 . CONTENTS . Page XV xxi COMMENDATORY VERSES The Printers to X ADVERTISEMENT .
... Life by Barnabas Oley and Izaak Walton pre- fixed , and together form the entire works of Her- bert known to be extant . Piccadilly , June 30 , 1844 . CONTENTS . Page XV xxi COMMENDATORY VERSES The Printers to X ADVERTISEMENT .
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Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations George Herbert. CONTENTS . Page XV xxi COMMENDATORY VERSES The Printers to the Reader I Page 148 128 104 67 63 196 97 I 76 114 188 137 197 175 116 33 7563505 139 58 42 266 129 30 54 hid with Chrift ...
Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations George Herbert. CONTENTS . Page XV xxi COMMENDATORY VERSES The Printers to the Reader I Page 148 128 104 67 63 196 97 I 76 114 188 137 197 175 116 33 7563505 139 58 42 266 129 30 54 hid with Chrift ...
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... Verses . Communion Plate Confufion Engines . Inmates • · Page 325 Inundations Invitation 230 • 249 252 . 268 Page · 336 320 Refolution and Affurance 322 • 269 Sin 303 Subterliminare 290 The Annunciation , 276 Lady - Day 321 The ...
... Verses . Communion Plate Confufion Engines . Inmates • · Page 325 Inundations Invitation 230 • 249 252 . 268 Page · 336 320 Refolution and Affurance 322 • 269 Sin 303 Subterliminare 290 The Annunciation , 276 Lady - Day 321 The ...
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... Notes on the Temple and Synagogue , by S. T. Coleridge . 345 The Sexton 310 Travels at Home 277 Trinity Sunday 331 Whitfunday 290 · 338 · 318 COMMENDATORY VERSES . GEORGE HERBERT , AUTHOR OF THE SACRED xiv CONTENTS .
... Notes on the Temple and Synagogue , by S. T. Coleridge . 345 The Sexton 310 Travels at Home 277 Trinity Sunday 331 Whitfunday 290 · 338 · 318 COMMENDATORY VERSES . GEORGE HERBERT , AUTHOR OF THE SACRED xiv CONTENTS .
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Page 159 - 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...
Page 15 - When once thy foot enters the Church, be bare. God is more there, than thou : for thou art there Only by his permission. Then beware, And make thyself all reverence and fear. Kneeling ne'er spoil'd silk stocking : quit thy state. All equal are within the Church's gate. Resort to sermons, but to prayers most : Praying's the end of preaching. O be drest ; Stay not for th...
Page 85 - 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.
Page 163 - COME, my way, my truth, my life ! Such a way as gives us breath ; Such a truth as ends all strife ; Such a life as killeth death. Come, my light, my feast, my strength ! Such a light as shows a feast ; Such a feast as mends in length ; Such a strength as makes his guest. Come, my joy, my love, my heart ! Such a joy as none can move ; Such a love as none can part ; Such a heart...
Page 50 - 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? . May no lines pass, except they do their duty Not to a true, but painted chair...
Page 160 - Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. Away; take heed: I will abroad. Call in thy death's head there: tie up thy fears. He that forbears To suit and serve his need, Deserves his load.
Page 85 - ... 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. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Page 92 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Page 75 - HE that is weary, let him sit. My soul would stir And trade in courtesies and wit, Quitting the fur, To cold complexions needing it. Man is no star, but a quick coal Of mortal fire : Who blows it not, nor doth control A faint desire, Lets his own ashes choke his soul.
Page 110 - 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...