The temple; sacred poems and private ejaculations. Facs. repr. of the 1st ed., with an intr. by A.B. Grosart1882 |
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الصفحة 179 - I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I \ Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
الصفحة 146 - 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. Come, my joy, my love, my heart ! Such a joy as none can move ; Such a love as none can part ; Such a heart...
الصفحة 169 - I aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And thy book alone. Though I fail, I weep : Though I halt in pace, Yet I creep To the throne of grace.
الصفحة 143 - Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. Away; take heed: I will abroad. Call in thy death's head there: tie up thy fears. He that forbears To suit and serve his need, Deserves his load.
الصفحة 143 - Thy rope of sands, Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. Away; take heed: I will abroad. Call in thy deaths head there: tie up thy fears.
الصفحة 163 - Yea, in death's shady black abode Well may I walk, not fear ; For Thou art with me, and Thy rod To guide, Thy staff to bear. Nay, Thou dost make me sit and dine, E'en in my enemies' sight ; My head with oil, my cup with wine Runs over day and night.
الصفحة 122 - But as his joys are double, So is his trouble. He hath two winters, other things but one : Both frosts and thoughts do nip, And bite his lip ; And he of all things fears two deaths alone. Yet even the greatest griefs May be reliefs, Could he but take them right, and in their ways.
الصفحة 157 - 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 onely light, It cannot be That I am he On whom thy tempests fell all night.
الصفحة 143 - All wasted? 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; forsake thy...
الصفحة 65 - Whom, if we were not very dull, "We could not choose but look on still ; Since there is no place so alone, The which he doth not fill.