The Complete Works of George Herbert: And The Satires and Psalms of Bishop HallT. Nelson, 1855 - 498 strán (strany) |
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Strana 9
... glorie . Frailtie gets pardon by submissivenesse ; But he that boasts , shuts that out of his storie : He makes flat warre with God , and doth defie With his poore clod of earth the spacious sky . Take not his name , who made thy mouth ...
... glorie . Frailtie gets pardon by submissivenesse ; But he that boasts , shuts that out of his storie : He makes flat warre with God , and doth defie With his poore clod of earth the spacious sky . Take not his name , who made thy mouth ...
Strana 10
... glorie : Thy Gentrie bleats , as if thy native cloth Transfus'd a sheepishnesse into thy storie : Not that they all are so ; but that the most Are gone to grasse , and in the pasture lost . This losse springs chiefly from our education ...
... glorie : Thy Gentrie bleats , as if thy native cloth Transfus'd a sheepishnesse into thy storie : Not that they all are so ; but that the most Are gone to grasse , and in the pasture lost . This losse springs chiefly from our education ...
Strana 18
... glorie mixt with humblenesse Cures both a fever and lethargicknesse . Let thy minde still be bent , still plotting where , And when , and how the businesse may be done . Slacknesse breeds worms ; but the sure traveller , Though he ...
... glorie mixt with humblenesse Cures both a fever and lethargicknesse . Let thy minde still be bent , still plotting where , And when , and how the businesse may be done . Slacknesse breeds worms ; but the sure traveller , Though he ...
Strana 33
... glorie ? Shall thy strokes be my stroking ? thorns , my flower ? Thy rod , my posie ? crosse , my bower ? But how then shall I imitate thee , and Copie thy fair , though bloudie hand ? Surely I will revenge me on thy love , And trie who ...
... glorie ? Shall thy strokes be my stroking ? thorns , my flower ? Thy rod , my posie ? crosse , my bower ? But how then shall I imitate thee , and Copie thy fair , though bloudie hand ? Surely I will revenge me on thy love , And trie who ...
Strana 35
... glorie didst outgo me ? Couldst thou not grief's sad conquests me allow , But in all vict'ries overthrow me ? Yet by confession will I come Into the conquest . Though I can do nought Against thee , in thee I will overcome The man , who ...
... glorie didst outgo me ? Couldst thou not grief's sad conquests me allow , But in all vict'ries overthrow me ? Yet by confession will I come Into the conquest . Though I can do nought Against thee , in thee I will overcome The man , who ...
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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.