The English Works of George Herbert: Newly Arranged and Annotated and Considered in Relation to His Life, المجلد 2

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Houghton Mifflin, 1905 - 534 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 101 - A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine : Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and th' action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold : For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told.
الصفحة 401 - 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 101 - All may of Thee partake : Nothing can be so mean, Which with this tincture " for Thy sake " Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine : Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine.
الصفحة 263 - DEATH. DEATH, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The sad effect of sadder grones : Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing.
الصفحة 175 - Th' indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light : Thy Torch doth show the way.
الصفحة 237 - I him sought: They told me there, that he was lately gone About some land, which he had dearly bought Long since on earth, to take possession. I straight return'd, and, knowing his great birth, Sought him accordingly in great resorts ; In cities, theatres, gardens...
الصفحة 63 - Christ purged his temple ; so must thou thy heart. All worldly thoughts are but thieves met together To cozen thee. Look to thy actions well ; For Churches either are our heaven or hell.
الصفحة 343 - When I got health, thou took'st away my life, And more; for my friends die : My mirth and edge was lost; a blunted knife Was of more use then I. Thus thinne and lean without a fence or friend, I was blown through with ev'ry storm and winde. Whereas my birth and spirit rather took The way that takes the town; Thou didst betray me to a lingring book, And wrap me in a gown.
الصفحة 181 - Almighty, sinner's tower, Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear, The six days' world-transposing in an hour, A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear ; Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss, Exalted Manna, gladness of the best, Heaven in...
الصفحة 120 - In thy felonious heart though venom lies, It does but touch thy Irish pen, and dies. Thy genius calls thee not to purchase fame In keen Iambics, but mild Anagram. Leave writing Plays, and choose for thy command Some peaceful province in Acrostic land : There thou mayst wings display, and altars raise, And torture one poor word ten thousand ways: Or if thou wouldst thy different talents suit, Set thy own songs, and sing them to thy lute.

نبذة عن المؤلف (1905)

George Herbert, remembered as one of the greatest of the Metaphysical poets, was born on April 3, 1593 in Montgomery, Wales. He attended Trinity College, Cambridge. Herbert was a Fellow of Trinity, a public orator, the canon of Lincoln Cathedral and a rector in Bemerton. Herbert died on March 1, 1633. On his deathbed, he gave a manuscript of verses called The Temple to his friend, Nicolas Ferrar. Although Herbert wanted the manuscript burned, Ferrar had it published. The poems contained in the manuscript exalt God, but Herbert believed he was committing a sin of pride by creating an artistic work.

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