The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private EjaculationsPickering, 1838 - 361 頁 |
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第 85 頁 - 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.
第 167 頁 - I should, said He, Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in nature, not the God of nature: So both should losers be.
第 1 頁 - 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.
第 89 頁 - For us the winds do blow ; The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fount Rains flow. Nothing we see but means our good, As our delight or as our treasure : The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure. The stars have us to bed ; Night draws the curtain which the sun withdraws ; Music and light attend our head. All things unto our flesh are kind In their descent and being ; to our mind In their ascent and cause.
第 160 頁 - 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...
第 34 頁 - I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way; I got me boughs off many a tree: But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. The sun arising in the east, Though he give light, and th' east perfume; If they should offer to contest With Thy arising, they presume.
第 189 頁 - DISCIPLINE. THROW away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath : 0 my God, Take the gentle path. For my heart's desire Unto Thine is bent : 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.
第 16 頁 - 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.
第 88 頁 - MAN. MY God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation, But he that means to dwell therein. What house more stately hath there been, Or can be, than is Man ? to whose creation All things are in decay.
第 35 頁 - And sing this day Thy victories : Then shall the fall further the flight in me. My tender age in sorrow did begin : And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sin, That I became Most thin. With Thee Let me combine, And feel this day Thy victory, For, if I imp my wing on Thine, Affliction shall advance the flight in me.