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... dust . Fair one , it is your fate ; and brings Eternal words upon its wings . Meet it with wide - spread arms , and see Its seat your soul's just centre be . Disband dull fears , give faith the day ; To save your life , kill your delay ...
... dust . Fair one , it is your fate ; and brings Eternal words upon its wings . Meet it with wide - spread arms , and see Its seat your soul's just centre be . Disband dull fears , give faith the day ; To save your life , kill your delay ...
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... dust and sorrow , A while dare borrow The name of your delights , and our desires , And fit it to so far inferior lyres .. Our murmurs have their music too , Ye mighty Orbs , as well as you ; Nor yields the noblest nest Of warbling ...
... dust and sorrow , A while dare borrow The name of your delights , and our desires , And fit it to so far inferior lyres .. Our murmurs have their music too , Ye mighty Orbs , as well as you ; Nor yields the noblest nest Of warbling ...
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... dust , where in the bashful shades of Night Next to their own low Nothing , they may lie , And couch before the dazzling light of Thy dread majesty . They that by Love's mild dictate now Will not adore Thee , Shall then , with just ...
... dust , where in the bashful shades of Night Next to their own low Nothing , they may lie , And couch before the dazzling light of Thy dread majesty . They that by Love's mild dictate now Will not adore Thee , Shall then , with just ...
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... immodest lust Of adulterous godless dust 100 . Fly in the face of Heaven ; 2 King : as if it were The poor World's fault that He is fair . 3 King : Nor with perverse loves and religious rapes IN THE GLORIOUS EPIPHANY 47.
... immodest lust Of adulterous godless dust 100 . Fly in the face of Heaven ; 2 King : as if it were The poor World's fault that He is fair . 3 King : Nor with perverse loves and religious rapes IN THE GLORIOUS EPIPHANY 47.
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... dust then do its kind ; And give itself for sport to the proud wind . Why should a piece of peevish clay plead shares In the eternity of Thy old cares ? Why should'st Thou bow Thy awful breast to see What mine own madnesses have done ...
... dust then do its kind ; And give itself for sport to the proud wind . Why should a piece of peevish clay plead shares In the eternity of Thy old cares ? Why should'st Thou bow Thy awful breast to see What mine own madnesses have done ...
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Page 9 - Hail Mary, full of grace! the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Page 110 - O thou undaunted daughter of desires ! By all thy dower of lights and fires ; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy large draughts of intellectual day, And by thy thirsts of love more large than they ; By all thy...
Page 93 - 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 114 - Amorous languishments, luminous trances; Sights which are not seen with eyes; Spiritual and soul-piercing glances, Whose pure and subtle lightning flies Home to the heart, and sets the house on fire And melts it down in sweet desire: Yet does not stay To ask the windows...
Page 104 - Each heavenly word by whose hid flame Our hard hearts shall strike fire, the same Shall flourish on thy brows, and be Both fire to us and flame to thee; Whose light shall live bright in thy face By glory, in our hearts by grace.
Page 105 - To him; put on, (he'll say,) put on (My rosy love) that thy rich zone Sparkling with the sacred flames Of thousand souls, whose happy names Heav'n keeps upon thy score. (Thy bright Life brought them first to kiss the light, That kindled them to stars).
Page 42 - Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed, We'll bring the first-born of her flowers To kiss Thy feet, and crown Thy head. To Thee, dread Lamb ! Whose love must keep The shepherds, more than they the sheep. To Thee, meek Majesty ! soft King Of simple Graces and sweet Loves : Each of us his lamb will bring, Each his pair of silver doves : Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes, Ourselves become our own best sacrifice.
Page 39 - 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.
Page 100 - Scarce has she learnt to lisp the name Of martyr; yet she thinks it shame Life should so long play with that breath Which spent can buy so brave a death.
Page 36 - Fought against frowns with smiles ; gave glorious chase To persecutions ; and against the face Of death and fiercest dangers durst, with brave And sober pace, march on to meet a grave...