The temple: sacred poems and private ejaculations

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Сторінка 85 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. 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.
Сторінка 167 - 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.
Сторінка 1 - THOU, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance 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.
Сторінка 89 - For us the winds do blow ; The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fount Rains flow. Nothing we see but means our good, As our delight or as our treasure : The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure. The stars have us to bed ; Night draws the curtain which the sun withdraws ; Music and light attend our head. All things unto our flesh are kind In their descent and being ; to our mind In their ascent and cause.
Сторінка 160 - 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...
Сторінка 34 - I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way; I got me boughs off many a tree: But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. The sun arising in the east, Though he give light, and th' east perfume; If they should offer to contest With Thy arising, they presume.
Сторінка 189 - 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. Though I fail, I weep ; Though I halt in pace, Yet I creep To the throne of grace.
Сторінка 16 - Sum up at night what thou hast done by day ; And in the morning, what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul ; mark the decay And growth of it. If, with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both. Since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
Сторінка 88 - MAN. MY God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation, But he that means to dwell therein. What house more stately hath there been, Or can be, than is Man ? to whose creation All things are in decay.
Сторінка 35 - And sing this day Thy victories : Then shall the fall further the flight in me. My tender age in sorrow did begin : And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sin, That I became Most thin. With Thee Let me combine, And feel this day Thy victory, For, if I imp my wing on Thine, Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

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