Emblems Divine and Moral: Together with Hieroglyphics of the Life of Man, Nide 1A. Hogg, 1778 - 289 sivua |
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Sivu 17
... sweet , Each drop is guarded with a thoufand ftings . 3 Why doft thou ' make Thefe murm'ring troops forfake The fafe protection of their waxen homes ? Their hive contains No fweet that's worth thy pains ; There's nothing here , alas ...
... sweet , Each drop is guarded with a thoufand ftings . 3 Why doft thou ' make Thefe murm'ring troops forfake The fafe protection of their waxen homes ? Their hive contains No fweet that's worth thy pains ; There's nothing here , alas ...
Sivu 26
... sweet tastes have four closes And he repents in thorns , that sleeps in beds of roses .. a 4 . Yet , sluggard , wake , and gull thy foul no more With earth's false pleasure , and the world's delights , Whofe fruit is fair , and pleasing ...
... sweet tastes have four closes And he repents in thorns , that sleeps in beds of roses .. a 4 . Yet , sluggard , wake , and gull thy foul no more With earth's false pleasure , and the world's delights , Whofe fruit is fair , and pleasing ...
Sivu 42
... sweet beds of spices . Hale ftrongly , thou whofe hand has pow'r to flack The fwift - foot fury of ten thousand vices : Let not that duft - devouring dragon boast , His craft has won what Judah's Lion loft ; Remember what is crav'd ...
... sweet beds of spices . Hale ftrongly , thou whofe hand has pow'r to flack The fwift - foot fury of ten thousand vices : Let not that duft - devouring dragon boast , His craft has won what Judah's Lion loft ; Remember what is crav'd ...
Sivu 50
... the Life of Man Francis Quarles. B.I. Emb.14 . Phosphere redde Diem . O chace the gloomy Shades of Night away . Sweet Phosphor , to our Sphere return the Day . INP. OF bic My Sweet Phosphor , bring the day ; How sad delay.
... the Life of Man Francis Quarles. B.I. Emb.14 . Phosphere redde Diem . O chace the gloomy Shades of Night away . Sweet Phosphor , to our Sphere return the Day . INP. OF bic My Sweet Phosphor , bring the day ; How sad delay.
Sivu 50
... Sweet Phosphor , bring the day , Whofe conqu❜ring ray May chase these fogs ; [ weet Phofphor , bring the day . How long ! how long fhall thefe benighted eyes Languish in fhades , like feeble flies Expecting fpring ? How long fhall ...
... Sweet Phosphor , bring the day , Whofe conqu❜ring ray May chase these fogs ; [ weet Phofphor , bring the day . How long ! how long fhall thefe benighted eyes Languish in fhades , like feeble flies Expecting fpring ? How long fhall ...
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
art thou B.II B.IV bafe becauſe behold BERN blaft bleffed blood breaft breath canft thou CANTICLES cifed clofe crown Cupid dart dear world death defire delight doth duft earth EDWARD BENLOWES empty EPIG Ev'n fo ev'ry eyes facred fafely faft falfe fcorn fear fecret fecure feek feeming fenfe fhades fhall fhould fire flames flave fleſh flow'r fmile fnares fome fool forrows ftand ftill ftreams fubject fuch fweet glory grief hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honor joys juft leaft lefs light loft Lord luft meaſure mercy miferable mirth moft moſt muft muſt ne'er night paffion Pfalm pleafe pleaſe pleaſure pow'r preſents PSALM reft ſhall Snares in thy Soliloq ſpent ſweet tears thee thefe theorbo theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou art thoughts thouſand torments treaſure truft UNIL wanton Whilft whofe whoſe wings worfe wound
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Sivu 74 - Thou art my life, my way, my light ; in thee I live, I move, and by thy beams I see. Thou art my life ; if thou but turn away, My life's a thousand deaths: thou art my way; Without thee, LORD, I travel not, but stray. My light thou art ; without thy glorious sight, My eyes are darkened with perpetual night. My GOD, thou art my way, my life, my light.
Sivu 176 - I LOVE — and have some cause to love — the earth : She is my Maker's creature ; therefore good : She is my mother, for she gave me birth ; She is my tender nurse — she gives me food ; But what's a creature, Lord, compared with thee ? Or what's my mother or my nurse to me...
Sivu 74 - But life? And where is life but in thine eye? And yet thou turn'st away thy face, and fly'st me; And yet I sue for grace, and thou deny'st me; Speak, art thou angry, Lord, or only try'st me?
Sivu 95 - Tis vain to flee, till gentle mercy show Her better eye ; the further off we go, The swing of Justice deals the mightier blow. Th' ingenuous child, corrected, doth not fly His angry mother's hand, but clings more nigh, And quenches with his tears her flaming eye. Shadows are faithless, and the rocks are false ; No trust in brass, no trust in marble walls : Poor cots are even as safe as princes
Sivu 169 - Our firm united souls did more than twine, So I my Best-Beloved's am, so he is mine. If all those glittering monarchs that command The servile quarters of this earthly ball Should tender in exchange their shares of land, I would not change my fortunes for them all: Their wealth is but a counter to my coin; The world's but theirs, but my Beloved's mine.
Sivu 74 - Thou art my life; if thou but turn away, My life's a thousand deaths: thou art my way; Without thee, Lord, I travel not, but stray. My light thou art; without thy glorious sight, Mine eyes are dark'ned with perpetual night: My God, thou art my way, my life, my light.
Sivu 50 - We cross the seas, and midst her waves we burn, Transporting lives, perchance that ne'er return ; We sack, we ransack to the utmost sands Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands ; We travel sea and soil, we pry, we prowl, We progress, and we prog from pole to pole ; We spend our mid-day sweat, our midnight oil, We tire the night in thought, the day in toil...
Sivu 97 - Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness, and the shadow of death, A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
Sivu 179 - 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.