The Complete Works of George Herbert: And The Satires and Psalms of Bishop HallT. Nelson, 1855 - 498 strán (strany) |
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Strana 21
... Bring not thy plough , thy plots , thy pleasures thither . Christ purg'd his temple ; so must thou thy heart . All worldly thoughts are but theeves met together To couzin thee . Look to thy actions well ; For churches either are our ...
... Bring not thy plough , thy plots , thy pleasures thither . Christ purg'd his temple ; so must thou thy heart . All worldly thoughts are but theeves met together To couzin thee . Look to thy actions well ; For churches either are our ...
Strana 30
... bring , I am the floore , the sink , where they it fling : Was ever grief like mine ? Yet since man's scepters are as frail as reeds , And thorny all their crowns , bloudie their weeds ; I , who am Truth , turn into truth their deeds ...
... bring , I am the floore , the sink , where they it fling : Was ever grief like mine ? Yet since man's scepters are as frail as reeds , And thorny all their crowns , bloudie their weeds ; I , who am Truth , turn into truth their deeds ...
Strana 48
... bring by Faith all things to him ? Hungrie I was , and had no meat : I did conceit a most delicious feast ; I had it straight , and did as truly eat , As ever did a welcome guest . There is a rare outlandish root , Which when I could ...
... bring by Faith all things to him ? Hungrie I was , and had no meat : I did conceit a most delicious feast ; I had it straight , and did as truly eat , As ever did a welcome guest . There is a rare outlandish root , Which when I could ...
Strana 57
... bring hony with the bees , Nor flowres to make that , nor the husbandrie To water these . I am no link of thy great chain , But all my companie is a weed . Lord , place me in thy consort ; give one strain To my poore reed . 29. THE HOLY ...
... bring hony with the bees , Nor flowres to make that , nor the husbandrie To water these . I am no link of thy great chain , But all my companie is a weed . Lord , place me in thy consort ; give one strain To my poore reed . 29. THE HOLY ...
Strana 58
... me out , and parallels bring , And in another make me understood . Starres are poore books , and oftentimes do misse ; This book of starres lights to eternall blisse . 30. WHITSUNDAY . LISTEN , Sweet Dove , unto my 58 HERBERT'S POEMS .
... me out , and parallels bring , And in another make me understood . Starres are poore books , and oftentimes do misse ; This book of starres lights to eternall blisse . 30. WHITSUNDAY . LISTEN , Sweet Dove , unto my 58 HERBERT'S POEMS .
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afflicted atheism beasts Bemerton betimes better blessing bloud canst Catechism Christ church Country Parson dead deare death deed delight discourse divine doth drest drink dust eares earth ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fear fire flesh flie fool foul Gallio GEORGE HERBERT give glorie God's gold grace grief grone hand hast hath head heart heav'n Henry Herbert HERBERT holy honour Isaac Reed labour lest light live look Lord meat Muses musick neighbour never night nought once pain parish peace Persius physician pleasure poor posie praise prayers SATIRE SATIRE III SATIRE IV Scripture servant shame shew sick sing sinne Sith skie sonne soul spondees starres sunne sure sweet tears temperance thee thine things thou art thou didst thou dost thou hast thought thy love truth unto weene weep Wherefore winde words
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Strana 198 - I the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I \ Truth, Lord, but I have marrM them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
Strana 193 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for thee...
Strana 10 - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both.
Strana 73 - WHO is the honest man ? He that doth still and strongly good pursue, To God, his neighbour, and himself most true ; Whom neither force nor fawning can Unpin or wrench from giving all their due. Whose honesty is not So loose or easy, that a ruffling wind Can blow away, or glittering look it blind ; Who rides his sure and even trot, While the world now rides by, now lags behind.
Strana 41 - As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories : 'Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
Strana 148 - TRAVELL'D on, seeing the hill, where lay My expectation. A long it was and weary way. The gloomy cave of Desperation I left on th' one, and on the other side The rock of Pride.
Strana 95 - But Man hath caught and kept it, as his prey. His eyes dismount the highest star ; He is, in little, all the sphere. Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they Find their acquaintance there.
Strana 160 - All wasted? Not so, my heart; but there is fruit, And thou hast hands.
Strana 98 - I made a posy, while the day ran by: Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Strana 187 - DISCIPLINE. THROW away thy rod. Throw away thy wrath 0 my God, Take the gentle path. For my heart's desire Unto thine is bent : I aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And thy book alone.