Emblems, Divine and MoralPrinted at the Chiswick Press by C. Whittingham ; sold by R. Jennings, 1818 - 319 páginas |
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arms art thou AUGUST beams beauty behold BERN blast blessed blind blood breast breath bright bring the day canst thou CANTICLES chrysolite crown Cupid Cyprian darkness dart dear dear world death delight desire dost thou doth dropsied E'en earth EPIG eternal ev'ry faith false fast fear fire flames flesh fleshly flow'r fond fool glory goeth grace grief Haman hath heart Heav'n HIERON honour joys labour let thy light Look LORD lust man's may'st melt mercy mirth ne'er never night pains pleasure poor pow'r pris'ner Psal PSALM Quarles ravish'd repentance rest sacred scape scorn seek thee Serp shade sins smile Snares in thy Soliloq sorrow soul Sweet Phosphor taste tears Theorbo there's things thou art thou canst thou hast thoughts thy face thy hand thy soul thyself torments treasure VIOLAS vows wanton wealth what's whilst wilt wings wise wound
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Página 279 - In having all things, and not thee, what have I? Not having thee, what have my labours got? Let me enjoy but thee, what further crave I? And having thee alone, what have I not? I wish nor sea nor land ; nor would I be Possessed of heaven, heaven unpossessed of thee.
Página 91 - What mean dull souls, in this high measure, To haberdash In earth's base wares, whose greatest treasure Is dross and trash ? The height of whose enchanting pleasure Is but a flash ? Are these the goods that thou supply...
Página 90 - What well-advised ear regards What earth can say? Thy words are gold, but thy rewards Are painted clay : Thy cunning can but pack the cards, Thou canst not play : Thy game at weakest, still thou vy'st ; If seen, and then revy'd, deny'st : Thou art not what thou seem'st ; false world, thou ly'st. Thy tinsel bosom seems a mint Of new-coin'd treasure ; A paradise...
Página 117 - I PLANT a tree whose leaf The yew-tree leaf will suit ; But when its shade is o'er you laid, Turn round and pluck the fruit. Now reach my harp from off the wall Where shines the sun aslant! The sun may shine and we be cold — O...
Página 182 - And find some desert ? if she springs away, The wings of Vengeance clip as fast as they What if some solid rock should entertain My frighted soul ? can solid rocks restrain The stroke of Justice and not cleave in twain ? Nor sea, nor shade, nor shield, nor rock, nor cave, Nor silent deserts, nor the sullen grave, What flame-eyed Fury means to smite, can save.
Página 162 - Mine eyes are darkened with perpetual night. My God, Thou art my Way, my Life, my Light. Thou art my Way; I wander, if Thou fly: Thou art my Light; If hid, how blind am I? Thou art my Life; If Thou withdraw, I die. Mine eyes are blind and dark; I cannot see; To whom, or whither should my darkness flee, But to the Light?
Página 278 - I love the sea, — she is my fellow-creature, My careful purveyor; she provides me store; She walls me round; she makes my diet greater; She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore: But, Lord of oceans, when compared with thee, What is the ocean or her wealth to me?
Página 278 - To heaven's high city I direct my journey, Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye ; Mine eye, by contemplation's great attorney...
Página 269 - The wand'ring shade by his magnetic pow'r, And leaves his silken gnomon to decide The question of the controverted hour, First frantics up and down from side to side, And restless beats his crystal'd iv'ry case, With vain impatience jets from place to place, And seeks the bosom of his frozen bride ; At length he slacks his motion, and doth rest His trembling point at his bright pole's beloved breast.
Página 186 - And what's a life ? a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age. And what's a life ? the flourishing array Of the proud summer meadow, which to-day Wears her green plush, and is to-morrow hay.