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... doth , with the last line of his poem upon Bishop Andrews ' picture before his sermons : — Verte paginas . Look on the following leaves , and see him breathe . The Author's Motto . Live , Jesus , live , and let it be My life to die for ...
... doth , with the last line of his poem upon Bishop Andrews ' picture before his sermons : — Verte paginas . Look on the following leaves , and see him breathe . The Author's Motto . Live , Jesus , live , and let it be My life to die for ...
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... doth drop . Does the night arise ? Still thy tears do fall , and fall . Does night lose her eyes ? Still the fountain weeps time for all . Time Let night or day do what they will , Thou hast thy task , thou weepest still . Not , so long ...
... doth drop . Does the night arise ? Still thy tears do fall , and fall . Does night lose her eyes ? Still the fountain weeps time for all . Time Let night or day do what they will , Thou hast thy task , thou weepest still . Not , so long ...
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... doth dwell No miracle ? Why else had Balaam's ass a tongue to chide His master's pride ? And thou , Heaven - burthen'd beast , hast ne'er a word To praise thy Lord ? That he should find a tongue and vocal thunder , 20 STEPS TO THE ...
... doth dwell No miracle ? Why else had Balaam's ass a tongue to chide His master's pride ? And thou , Heaven - burthen'd beast , hast ne'er a word To praise thy Lord ? That he should find a tongue and vocal thunder , 20 STEPS TO THE ...
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... doth sit and sing , And , rejoicing , smiles to see Their green backs wear his livery . Pleasure sings my soul to rest , Plenty wears me at her breast , Whose sweet temper teaches me Nor wanton nor in want to be . At my feet the blubb ...
... doth sit and sing , And , rejoicing , smiles to see Their green backs wear his livery . Pleasure sings my soul to rest , Plenty wears me at her breast , Whose sweet temper teaches me Nor wanton nor in want to be . At my feet the blubb ...
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... doth lie , With her soft wing wiped from the brows of men Day's sweat ; and by a gentle tyranny , And sweet oppression , kindly cheating them Of all their cares , tamed the rebellious eye Of sorrow ; with a soft and downy hand Sealing ...
... doth lie , With her soft wing wiped from the brows of men Day's sweat ; and by a gentle tyranny , And sweet oppression , kindly cheating them Of all their cares , tamed the rebellious eye Of sorrow ; with a soft and downy hand Sealing ...
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adeo adhuc Æther amor Antiphon atque blush breast breath bright Christe cœli cœlo COUNTESS OF DENBIGH Crashaw dæmon dart dear death dedit Deus dicere doth ecce enim erat Ergo erit eyes face fire flame fuit glory habet hæc hanc hast hath heart heaven hinc ignes illa ille illi Inque ipsa ipse ista JOAN joys kiss lacrymas live Lord Love's magis manus MATTH mihi murmurs neque night nihil nives nunc oculis oculos oculus opus Pater precious procul puer quæ quam quid Quippe quis quod quoque Responsor sacrum Sæpe satis scilicet shalt sibi sinus smile soft soul staret sunt suum sweet tamen tantum tears tenebras thee Thine thou Thy Cross thyself tibi tuæ tuam tuis tunc tuum tuus umbra unda velit venit Versicle vex'd vitæ vulnera weep wounds
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Page 133 - And teach her fair steps tread our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine : — Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
Page 133 - And teach her fair steps to our earth : Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses. I wish her Beauty, That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie: Something more than Taffata or tissue can, Or rampant feather, or rich fan.
Page 135 - Can tame the wanton day Of gems that in their bright shades play. Each ruby there, Or pearl that dare appear, Be its own blush, be its own tear. A well-tamed Heart, For whose more noble smart Love may be long choosing a dart. Eyes, that bestow Full quivers on love's bow, Yet pay less arrows than they owe.
Page xvii - I'm sure, was in the right ; And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee...
Page xvii - Elisha-like (but with a wish much less, More fit thy greatness, and my littleness) Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove So humble to esteem, so good to love) Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be, I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me ; And when my muse soars with so strong a wing, 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.
Page 134 - Of shop, or silkworms' toil, Or a bought blush, or a set smile. A face that's best By its own beauty drest, And can alone command the rest. A face made up Out of no other shop Than what nature's white hand sets ope.
Page 20 - One went to brag, th' other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not lend his eye. One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Page 38 - Poor world (said I), what wilt thou do To entertain this starry Stranger ? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold, and not too cleanly, manger ? Contend, the powers of Heaven and Earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth ? Chorus: Contend, the powers, etc.
Page 40 - 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 — tho' not to those gay flies, Gilded i...
Page 10 - 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.