The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private EjaculationsT. Fisher Unwin, 1882 - 192 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 150 - 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...
Seite 173 - 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.
Seite 147 - 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.
Seite 167 - 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.
Seite 160 - The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness?
Seite 147 - 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...
Seite 31 - A new small-rented lease, and cancel the old. In heaven at His manor 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...
Seite 67 - 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.
Seite 114 - HOPE. I GAVE to Hope a Watch of mine : but he An Anchor gave to me.
Seite 18 - Thy power doth cut. Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame, To praise Thy name : That, if I chance to hold my peace, These stones to praise Thee may not cease. O let thy blessed Sacrifice be mine, And sanctify this Altar to be Thine.