The English Works of George Herbert: Newly Arranged and Annotated and Considered in Relation to His Life, المجلد 3Houghton Mifflin, 1905 |
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20 INTRODUCTORY A. B. Grosart AFFLICTION ANTIPHON beautiful Bemerton bloud Christ CHURCH MILITANT CHURCH-PORCH Corinthians COUNTRY PARSON DATE deare death divine Donne doth drest DULNESSE earth Egypt ev'n ev'ry eyes fear Ferrar flesh flowers found in W Genesis give glorie God's Greece grief grieve grone hand hath heart heav'n Herbert holy hope HYMNE John Danvers joyes justice King light look Lord LOVE UNKNOWN meaning METRE mind musick NOTES Numbers pain pleasure poem Pomander posie praise PRAYER priest priesthood Psalm reads Religion rest rhyming system runne Salisbury Cathedral sense show thy sigh sing Sinne Sir John Danvers skie sonne SONNETS soul sphere stanza starres SUBJECT sunne sweet sweetly tears TEMPLE thee thine things thou art thou didst thou dost thou hast thought Unique unto Vaughan verse vertues Walton weep wilt Wilton House winde wine word write
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الصفحة 213 - 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...
الصفحة 305 - THE FLOWER. How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns ! ev'n as the flowers in spring ; To which, besides their own demean, The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring.
الصفحة 11 - COME, my Way, my Truth, my Life : Such a Way, as gives us breath : Such a Truth, as ends all strife : Such a Life, as killeth death. Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength Such a Light, as shows a feast : Such a Feast, as mends in length : Such a Strength, as makes his guest.
الصفحة 321 - LIFE. I MADE a posie, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
الصفحة 297 - 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.
الصفحة 11 - Profaneness in my head, Defects and darkness in my breast, A noise of passions ringing me for dead Unto a place where is no rest : Poor Priest thus am I drest.
الصفحة 203 - HOPE. I GAVE to Hope a Watch of mine : but he An Anchor gave to me.
الصفحة 79 - Beasts fain would sing; birds ditty to their notes; Trees would be tuning on their native lute To thy renown: but all their hands and throats Are brought to man, while they are lame and mute.
الصفحة 307 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
الصفحة 149 - 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. Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness : Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to My breast.