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... dear mother for a new year's gift , may appear to be some testimony . - " But I fear the heat of my late ague hath dried up those springs , by which scholars say the Muses use to take up their habitations . However , I need not their ...
... dear mother for a new year's gift , may appear to be some testimony . - " But I fear the heat of my late ague hath dried up those springs , by which scholars say the Muses use to take up their habitations . However , I need not their ...
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... dear mother ; about which time he was in the seven- teenth year of his age ; and as he grew older , so he grew in learning , and more and more in favor both with God and man ; insomuch that , in this morning of that short day of his ...
... dear mother ; about which time he was in the seven- teenth year of his age ; and as he grew older , so he grew in learning , and more and more in favor both with God and man ; insomuch that , in this morning of that short day of his ...
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... dear friend could write no more , He gave this seal , and so gave o'er . When winds and waves rise highest , I am sure , This anchor keeps my faith , that me secure . At this time of being orator , he had learned to under- stand the ...
... dear friend could write no more , He gave this seal , and so gave o'er . When winds and waves rise highest , I am sure , This anchor keeps my faith , that me secure . At this time of being orator , he had learned to under- stand the ...
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... dear a rate , as to prove an undutiful son to so affectionate a mother ; but did always submit to her wisdom . And what I have now said may partly appear in a copy of verses in his printed poems ; it is one of those that bear the title ...
... dear a rate , as to prove an undutiful son to so affectionate a mother ; but did always submit to her wisdom . And what I have now said may partly appear in a copy of verses in his printed poems ; it is one of those that bear the title ...
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... dear God ! though I am clean forgot , Let me not love thee , if I love thee not . G. H. In this time of Mr. Herbert's attendance and expect- ation of some good occasion to remove from Cambridge to court , God , in whom there is an ...
... dear God ! though I am clean forgot , Let me not love thee , if I love thee not . G. H. In this time of Mr. Herbert's attendance and expect- ation of some good occasion to remove from Cambridge to court , God , in whom there is an ...
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Page 160 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, 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 240 - Let us (said He) pour on him all we can. Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way, Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure. When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone of all His treasure Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...
Page 114 - LORD, with what care hast thou begirt us round ! Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers — Pulpits and Sundays ; sorrow dogging sin ; Afflictions sorted ; anguish of all sizes...
Page 73 - 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.
Page 185 - 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: But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Page 167 - MADE a posie, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band. But time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Page 88 - Sum up at night what thou hast done by day ; And in the morning, what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul ; mark the decay And growth of it. If, with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both. Since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
Page 125 - 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...
Page 233 - 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 Of what is fit and not; forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands Which...
Page 156 - THE WORLD. L-,OVE built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning fancies, she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs did support the frame, Whereas they were supported by the same ; But Wisdom quickly swept them all away. Then Pleasure came, who, liking not the fashion, Began to make balconies, terraces...