The Poetical Works of Robert Herrick, المجلد 2G. Bell and Sons, 1893 |
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الصفحة 4 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number.
الصفحة 99 - AH, Ben ! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
الصفحة 180 - I sit, And glow like it. Lord, I confess too, when I dine, The pulse is thine, And all those other bits that be There placed by thee ; The worts, the purslain, and the mess Of water-cress, Which of thy kindness thou hast sent ; And my content Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet.
الصفحة 31 - The rose was sick, and smiling died; And being to be sanctified, About the bed there sighing stood The sweet and flowery sisterhood. Some hung the head, while some did bring, To wash her, water from the spring; Some laid her forth, while others wept, But all a solemn fast there kept. The holy sisters some among The sacred dirge and trental sung; But ah!
الصفحة 176 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
الصفحة 183 - And to repent some crimes Done in the present times ; And next, to take a bit Of bread and wine with it, To d'on my robes of love, Fit for the place above, To gird my loynes about With charity throughout, And so to travaile hence With feet of innocence.
الصفحة 21 - Which though well soiled, yet thou dost know That the best compost for the lands Is the wise master's feet and hands. There at the plough thou find'st thy team, With a hind whistling there to them, And cheer'st them up, by singing how The kingdom's portion is the plough. This done, then to th...
الصفحة 42 - I've none, A cock I have to sing how day draws on : I have A maid, my Prue, by good luck sent, To save That little Fates me gave or lent : A hen I keep, which, creeking day by day, Tells when She goes her long white egg to lay : A goose I have, which, with a jealous...
الصفحة 180 - Run cream, for wine. All these, and better thou dost send Me, to this end, That I should render, for my part, A thankful heart, Which, fired with incense, I resign, As wholly thine ; But the acceptance, — that must be, My Christ, by Thee.
الصفحة 197 - Grace for a Child. HERE a little child I stand. Heaving up my either hand ; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, For a benison to fall On our meat and on us all. Amen.