Hesperides (continued) His noble numbers: or, his pious piecesReprinted for W. and C. Tait, 1823 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
agen altar Anthea behold birth blest bloud bread bring ye love cal'd CANDLEMASSE Chor Christ circumcise co'd comes comfort confesse crie crown'd dayes dead death didst do's doth e're eare EPIG eternall eternitie ev'ry eyes fall farre feare fire flie frankincense GEORGE PARRIE gift give GOD'S grace hath heare heart heave offering heaven hell hence Henry Lawes holy honour I'le i'th jemme Julia keep King kisse leprosie live Lord maids man's mercy mirth MISTRESSE muse ne're never night o're oyle Perilla poore praid praise prescience prince ravisht roses saith Saviour sayes scumme sepulcher shew sho'd sing skurfe sleep soule sowre storax strike Sweet Spirit teares tell thee there's thine things Thou art thou dost thou hast Twill unto vaults of death Verse vineger violl wanton wassaile we'l weep wine wo'd wound yeere
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 213 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Seite 237 - ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD. HERE a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as Paddocks though they be. Here I lift them up to Thee, For a Benizon to fall On our meat, and on us all. Amen.
Seite 218 - Twice ten for one; Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay Her egg each day ; Besides my healthful ewes to bear Me twins each year ; The while the conduits of my kine Run cream, for wine. All these, and better...
Seite 45 - To Electra. I DARE not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile ; Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air That lately kissed thee.
Seite 89 - WHENAS in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, — O how that glittering taketh me ! Robert Herrick 121.
Seite 24 - Then let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber, The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. "Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me: And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Seite 53 - The rose was sick, and smiling died; And being to be sanctified, About the bed there sighing stood The sweet and flowery sisterhood. Some hung the head, while some did bring, To wash her, water from the spring; Some laid her forth, while others wept, But all a solemn fast there kept. The holy sisters some among The sacred dirge and trental sung; But ah! what sweets smelt everywhere As heaven had spent all perfumes there!
Seite 130 - AH, Ben ! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Seite 136 - CONQUER we shall, but we must first contend ; 'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end. THE BONDMAN. BIND me but to thee with thine haire, And quickly I shall be Made, by that fetter or that snare, A bondman unto thee. Or if thou tak'st...
Seite 43 - This done, then to th' enamell'd meads Thou go'st; and as thy foot there treads, Thou seest a present God-like power Imprinted in each herb and flower: And smell'st the breath of great-eyed kine, Sweet as the blossoms of the vine. Here thou behold'st thy large sleek neat Unto the dew-laps up in meat: And, as thou look'st, the wanton steer, The heifer, cow, and ox draw near, To make a pleasing pastime there.