The Life and Writings of the Rev. George Herbert: With the Synagogue, in Imitation of Herbert

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J. Munroe, 1851 - 443 sidor

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Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 267 - A servant with this clause makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, makes that and the action fine.
Sida 233 - 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...
Sida 22 - Sure, Lord, there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of ink ; for as the Deluge did Cover the Earth, so doth thy Majesty ; Each cloud distils thy praise, and doth forbid Poets to turn it to another use. Roses and lilies speak Thee ; and to make A pair of cheeks of them, is thy abuse.
Sida 270 - 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 marr'd them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
Sida 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.
Sida 167 - LIFE I made a posy, while the day ran by: Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Sida 167 - But time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand.

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