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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... Houses are built by rule , and Common - wealths . Entice the trufsty fun , if that you can , From his ecliptick line ; becken the sky . Who lives by rule then keeps good company . Who keeps no guard upon himself , flack , And rots to ...
... Houses are built by rule , and Common - wealths . Entice the trufsty fun , if that you can , From his ecliptick line ; becken the sky . Who lives by rule then keeps good company . Who keeps no guard upon himself , flack , And rots to ...
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... house , richly attended , Feafting all comers by twelve chofen men : Such glorious gifts thou didst bestow , That th ' earth did like a heav'n appear : The ftars were coming down to know , If they might mend their wages , and serve here ...
... house , richly attended , Feafting all comers by twelve chofen men : Such glorious gifts thou didst bestow , That th ' earth did like a heav'n appear : The ftars were coming down to know , If they might mend their wages , and serve here ...
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... house of pleasure A dainty lodging me affign'd . Now I in you without a body move , Rifing and falling with your wings : We both together fweetly live and love , Yet fay fometimes , God help poor kings . Comfort , I'll die ; for if you ...
... house of pleasure A dainty lodging me affign'd . Now I in you without a body move , Rifing and falling with your wings : We both together fweetly live and love , Yet fay fometimes , God help poor kings . Comfort , I'll die ; for if you ...
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... house more flately hath there been , Or can be , than is Man ? to whofe creation All things are in decay . For Man is ev'ry thing , And more : he is a tree , yet bears no fruit ; A beast , yet is , or fhould be more . Reafon and speech ...
... house more flately hath there been , Or can be , than is Man ? to whofe creation All things are in decay . For Man is ev'ry thing , And more : he is a tree , yet bears no fruit ; A beast , yet is , or fhould be more . Reafon and speech ...
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... mufic , while his veins do fwell , All day exchanging mirth and breath In company ; That mufic fummons to the knell , Which shall befriend him at the house of death . # When man grows ftaid and wife , Getting a 102 THE CHURCH .
... mufic , while his veins do fwell , All day exchanging mirth and breath In company ; That mufic fummons to the knell , Which shall befriend him at the house of death . # When man grows ftaid and wife , Getting a 102 THE CHURCH .
Términos y frases comunes
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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.