The Works of George Herbert in Prose and Verse, المجلد 2W. Pickering, 1853 |
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الصفحة 91 - ... Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes.
الصفحة 75 - Sundays the pillars are On which heaven's palace arched lies: The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities. They are the fruitful beds and borders In God's rich garden : that is bare, Which parts their ranks and orders.
الصفحة 118 - Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those? But Thou shalt answer. Lord, for me. Then money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man?
الصفحة 72 - Who, when he is to treat With sick folks, women, those whom passions sway, Allows for that, and keeps his constant way : Whom others' faults do not defeat ; But though men fail him, yet his part doth play. Whom nothing can procure, When the wide world runs bias, from his will To writhe his limbs, and share, not mend the ill. This is the marksman safe and sure, Who still is right, and prays to be so still.
الصفحة 172 - 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 cage, Thy rope of sands, Which...
الصفحة 49 - IMMORTAL Love, author of this great frame, Sprung from that beauty which can never fade ; How hath man parcel'd out thy glorious name, And thrown it on that dust which thou hast made...
الصفحة 176 - 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 75 - 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.
الصفحة 179 - When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us (said He) pour on him all we can. Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span.
الصفحة xxvii - Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure; Hearken unto a verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure. A verse may find him who a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice.