Steps to the Temple: Delights of the Muses, and Other Poems |
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Page 259 - And bring her bosom full of blessings— Flowers of never-fading graces, To make immortal dressings, For worthy souls whose wise embraces Store up themselves for Him who is alone The spouse of virgins, and the virgin's son.
Page 248 - Lord's blood, or at least her own. Farewell then, all the world, adieu! Teresa is no more for you. Farewell, all pleasures, sports, and...
Page 358 - She sings thy tears asleep, and dips Her kisses in thy weeping eye; She spreads the red leaves of thy lips, That in their buds yet blushing lie. She 'gainst those mother-diamonds tries The points of her young eagle's eyes. Welcome — though not to those gay flies, Gilded i...
Page 162 - Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow. Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Nights, sweet as they Made short by lovers' play, Yet long by th
Page 249 - O how oft shalt thou complain Of a sweet and subtle pain...
Page 122 - With flash of high-born fancies: here and there Dancing in lofty measures, and anon Creeps on the soft touch of a tender tone...
Page 100 - No one so mercilesse as this of hers. The Adamantine Doors, for ever stand Impenetrable, both to prai'rs and Teares, The walls inexorable steele, no hand Of Time, or Teeth of hungry Ruine feares.
Page 94 - He saw how in that blest day-bearing night, The heav'n-rebuked shades made haste away ; How bright a dawn of angels with new light Amaz'd the midnight world, and made a day Of which the morning knew not...
Page 241 - Not in the evening's eyes, When they red with weeping are For the sun that dies, Sits sorrow with a face so fair; Nowhere but here did ever meet Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet.
Page 122 - In th' empyreum of pure harmony. At length (after so long, so loud a strife Of all the strings, still breathing the best life Of blest variety, attending on His fingers...