 | Robert Aris Willmott - Poets, English - 1834 - 478 pages
...my rage. I took the sweetened pill, till I came whore I could not go away, nor persevere. • . . . Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me, None of my books will show ; I read and sigh, and wish I were a tree, For then sure I should grow To fruit or shade ; at... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 480 pages
...wrapt me in a gown ; I was entangled in a world of strife, Before I had the power to change my life. Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me None of my books will shew ; I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree, For, then sure I should grow To fruit or shade —... | |
 | 1836 - 758 pages
...sicknesses. Thus doth thy power cross-bins me, not making Thine own gift good, yet me from my ways taking. Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me None of my books will show : I read, and sigh, and with I were a tree ; For sure then I should grow To fruit or shade : at... | |
 | George Herbert - 1838 - 406 pages
...sicknesses. Thus doth thy power cross-bias me, not making Thine own gift good, yet me from my ways taking. Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me None of my books will show : I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree ; For sure then I should grow To fruit or shade : at... | |
 | 1836 - 804 pages
...sicknesses. Thus doth thy power cross-hias me, not making Thine own gift good, yet me from my ways taking. Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me None of my hooks will show : I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree ; For sure then I should grow To fruit or... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - Poets, English - 1839 - 388 pages
...rage. I took the sweetened pill, till I came where I could not go away, nor persevere. • • * * Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me, None of my books will show ; I read and sigh, and wish I were a tree, For then sure I should grow To fruit or shade ; at... | |
 | George Herbert - 1841 - 422 pages
...sicknesses. Thus doth thy power cross-bias me, not making Thine own gifts good, yet me from my ways taking. Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me None of my books will show: I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree, For then sure I should grow To fruit or shade, at least,... | |
 | George Herbert - 1841 - 394 pages
...sicknesses. Thus doth thy power cross-bias me, not making Thine own gifts good, yet me from my ways taking. Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me None of my books will show: I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree, For then sure I should grow To fruit or shade, at least,... | |
 | George Herbert - Christian poetry, English - 1842 - 400 pages
...sicknesses. Thus doth thy power cross-bias me, not making Thine own gifts good, yet me from my ways taking. Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me None of my books will show. I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree, For then sure I should grow To fruit or shade ; at... | |
 | George Herbert - Christian poetry, English - 1844 - 388 pages
...ficknefles. Thus doth thy power crofs-bias me, not making Thine own gift good, yet me from my ways taking. Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me None of my...and figh, and wifh I were a tree ; For fure then I mould grow To fruit or made : at leaft fome bird would truft Her houfehold to me, and I mould be juft.... | |
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Now I am here ; what thou wilt do with me, None of my books will show. I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree ; For sure then I should grow To fruit, or shade ; at least some bird would trust Her household to me, and I should be just. 
