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... hath heretofore appeared ; they were first printed at Cambridge in 1633 , entitled " THE TEMPLE Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations , by George Herbert , " with a preface of " The Printers to the Reader , " by Ni- cholas Ferrar , who ...
... hath heretofore appeared ; they were first printed at Cambridge in 1633 , entitled " THE TEMPLE Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations , by George Herbert , " with a preface of " The Printers to the Reader , " by Ni- cholas Ferrar , who ...
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... hath produced a greater foul , Between the arctic and antarctic pole , Than Wales hath done ? where Herbert's church fhall be A lafting pyramid for him and thee . What father of a church can you rehearse , That gain'd more fouls to God ...
... hath produced a greater foul , Between the arctic and antarctic pole , Than Wales hath done ? where Herbert's church fhall be A lafting pyramid for him and thee . What father of a church can you rehearse , That gain'd more fouls to God ...
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... hath been seen before , Religion's foes lie floating on the shore : The head of England's church proud Babels , but Will faith defend , and peace will Janus fhut . Adverfus Impia . Anno 1670 . Lines intended to be placed under Herbert's ...
... hath been seen before , Religion's foes lie floating on the shore : The head of England's church proud Babels , but Will faith defend , and peace will Janus fhut . Adverfus Impia . Anno 1670 . Lines intended to be placed under Herbert's ...
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... speech , when he made mention of the bleffed name of our Lord and Saviour , Jefus Christ , to add , My Master . Next God , he loved that which God himself hath magnified above all things , that is , his xxiv TO THE READER .
... speech , when he made mention of the bleffed name of our Lord and Saviour , Jefus Christ , to add , My Master . Next God , he loved that which God himself hath magnified above all things , that is , his xxiv TO THE READER .
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George Herbert. hath magnified above all things , that is , his Word : fo as he hath been heard to make folemn protef- tation , that he would not part with one leaf thereof for the whole world , if it were offered him in ex- change . His ...
George Herbert. hath magnified above all things , that is , his Word : fo as he hath been heard to make folemn protef- tation , that he would not part with one leaf thereof for the whole world , if it were offered him in ex- change . His ...
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Page 203 - I aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And thy book alone. Though I fail, I weep : Though I halt in pace, Yet I creep To the throne of grace.
Page 215 - 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 marred them; let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
Page 118 - 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...
Page 228 - My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole shoals of Martyrs once did burn, Besides their other flames ? 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 their Cupid easily in flight...
Page 98 - 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 172 - 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 171 - I STRUCK the board and cried, " No more ! I will abroad. What, shall I ever sigh and pine ? My lines and life are free ; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store. Shall I be still in suit ? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit ? Sure there was wine Before my sighs did dry it : there was corn Before my tears did drown it. Is the year only lost to me ? Have I no...
Page 82 - A better lodging, than a rack, or grave. THE shepherds sing ; and shall I silent be ? My God, no hymn for thee ? My soul's a shepherd too ; a flock it feeds Of thoughts, and words, and deeds. The pasture is thy word ; the streams, thy grace Enriching all the place. Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my powers Out-sing the daylight hours.
Page 91 - ... 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 1 - 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.