The Works of George Herbert: PoetryW. Pickering, 1846 |
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... thyself , nor give thy humours way : God gave them to thee under lock and key . By all means use sometimes to be alone . Salute thyfelf : fee what thy foul doth wear . Dare to look in thy cheft ; for ' tis thine own : And tumble up and ...
... thyself , nor give thy humours way : God gave them to thee under lock and key . By all means use sometimes to be alone . Salute thyfelf : fee what thy foul doth wear . Dare to look in thy cheft ; for ' tis thine own : And tumble up and ...
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... thyself in chief . He life's war knows , Whom all his paffions follow , as he goes . Catch not at quarrels . He that dares not speak Plainly and home , is coward of the two . Think not thy fame at every twitch will break : By great ...
... thyself in chief . He life's war knows , Whom all his paffions follow , as he goes . Catch not at quarrels . He that dares not speak Plainly and home , is coward of the two . Think not thy fame at every twitch will break : By great ...
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... Thyself the worse , and so the distance greater . Be not thine own worm : yet fuch jealousy , As hurts not others , but may make thee better , Is a good fpur . Correct thy paffion's spite ; Then may the beafts draw thee to happy light ...
... Thyself the worse , and so the distance greater . Be not thine own worm : yet fuch jealousy , As hurts not others , but may make thee better , Is a good fpur . Correct thy paffion's spite ; Then may the beafts draw thee to happy light ...
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... thyself and him a pleasure : ( But a proud ignorance will lofe his reft , Rather than show his cards ) steal from his treasure What to ask further . Doubts well - raised do lock The speaker to thee , and preserve thy stock . If thou be ...
... thyself and him a pleasure : ( But a proud ignorance will lofe his reft , Rather than show his cards ) steal from his treasure What to ask further . Doubts well - raised do lock The speaker to thee , and preserve thy stock . If thou be ...
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... Thyself in Church ; approach , and taste The Church's mystical repast . Avoid profaneness ; come not here : Nothing but holy , pure , and clear , Or that which groaneth to be fo , May at his peril further go . 3. The Altar . BROKEN ...
... Thyself in Church ; approach , and taste The Church's mystical repast . Avoid profaneness ; come not here : Nothing but holy , pure , and clear , Or that which groaneth to be fo , May at his peril further go . 3. The Altar . BROKEN ...
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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.