The temple: sacred poems, and private ejaculations. To which is added, a biographical sketch of the author. [Followed by] The synagogue [by C. Harvey].1799 |
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... head , and alas ! within lefs than three years lent my fhoulder to carry my dear friend to his grave . " He had ... heads with unne- " ceffary notions ; but that for their fake , his language " and his expreffions fhould be more plain ...
... head , and alas ! within lefs than three years lent my fhoulder to carry my dear friend to his grave . " He had ... heads with unne- " ceffary notions ; but that for their fake , his language " and his expreffions fhould be more plain ...
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... heads the rage . Phoenix of Wales , of his great name the glory , A Theme above all verfe , beyond all ftory . A Plant of Paradife ; which , in a word , Worms ne'er fhall wither , as they did the gourd . Go you unborn bedew dear ...
... heads the rage . Phoenix of Wales , of his great name the glory , A Theme above all verfe , beyond all ftory . A Plant of Paradife ; which , in a word , Worms ne'er fhall wither , as they did the gourd . Go you unborn bedew dear ...
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... , Religion's foes lie floating on the shore : The head of England's Church proud Babels , but Will Faith defend , and Peace will Janus shut . Adversus Impia . Anno 1670 . L THE DEDICATION . ORD , my firft Fruits present 8 CHURCH MILITANT .
... , Religion's foes lie floating on the shore : The head of England's Church proud Babels , but Will Faith defend , and Peace will Janus shut . Adversus Impia . Anno 1670 . L THE DEDICATION . ORD , my firft Fruits present 8 CHURCH MILITANT .
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... head ; Take ftars for money ; ftars not to be told By any art , yet to be purchased . None is fo wafteful as the fcraping danie : She lofeth three for one ; her foul , reft , fame . By no means run in debt : Take thine own 18 THE CHURCH ...
... head ; Take ftars for money ; ftars not to be told By any art , yet to be purchased . None is fo wafteful as the fcraping danie : She lofeth three for one ; her foul , reft , fame . By no means run in debt : Take thine own 18 THE CHURCH ...
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... head Against their Maker : They do wish me dead , Who cannot with , except I give them bread : Was ever grief , & c . Without me each one , who doth now me brave , Had to this day been an Egyptian slave . They use that power against me ...
... head Against their Maker : They do wish me dead , Who cannot with , except I give them bread : Was ever grief , & c . Without me each one , who doth now me brave , Had to this day been an Egyptian slave . They use that power against me ...
Términos y frases comunes
againſt alfo becauſe beft beſt bleffed blood breaſt Chrift Church cloſe dear death defire delight doth dreft duft earth ev'n ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fear feek ferve fhall fhew thyself fhould fide figh filk fince fing firſt fleſh fome forrow foul ftands ftars ftill ftore fuch fure fweet give glaſs glory God's grace grief hand hath heart heav'n HERBERT himſelf holy houfe houſe itſelf King laſt leaſt lefs live loft Lord luft Mafter meaſure mirth moft moſt mufic muft muſt myſelf pleaſure pofy poor praife praiſe prefent raiſe reft rife ſay ſhall ſky ſphere ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtone ſweet tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou art thou didst thou doft thou haft thou wilt thoughts thy love treaſure unto uſe verfe whofe whoſe wind
Pasajes populares
Página 97 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Página 179 - 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.
Página xix - ... and competent maintenance. - So that now if they do not well, the fault cannot be charged on you, whose example and care of them will justify you both to the world and your own conscience...
Página 90 - 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.
Página 59 - O let me, when thy roof my soul hath hid, O let me roost and nestle there : Then of a sinner thou art rid, And I of hope and fear. Yet take thy way ; for sure thy way is best : Stretch or contract me thy poor debtor : This is but tuning of my breast, To make the music better.
Página 13 - 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.
Página 132 - Not, that he may not here Taste of the cheer : But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head ; So must he sip, and think Of better drink He may attain to, after he is dead.
Página 144 - Just as I went, None goes that way And lives. If that be all, said I, After so foul a journey death is fair, And but a chair.
Página 78 - Christ hath took in this piece of ground, And made a garden there for those Who want herbs for their wound.
Página 126 - I met a reverend good old man : Whom when for Peace I did demand, he thus began ; There was a Prince of old At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase Of flock and fold.