Remains, Historical and Literary, Connected with the Palatine Counties of Lancaster and Chester, Volumen101Chetham Society., 1877 |
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Página 123 - Till they shall equal him in vice. And then they likewise shall Their ruin have; For as yourselves your empires fall, And every kingdom hath a grave. Thus those celestial fires, Though seeming mute, The fallacy of our desires And all the pride of life confute: — For they have watched since first The world had birth; And found sin in itself accurst, And nothing permanent on earth. William Habington [1605-1654] "THE SPACIOUS FIRMAMENT ON HIGH" From " The Spectator,
Página 204 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Página 194 - 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. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Página 122 - Almighty's mysteries to read In the large volumes of the skies. For the bright firmament Shoots forth no flame So silent, but is eloquent In speaking the Creator's name.
Página 204 - That, being ravished, hence I go Away in easy slumbers. Ease my sick head And make my bed, Thou power that canst sever From me this ill ; And quickly still, Though thou not kill, My fever. Thou sweetly canst convert the same From a consuming fire Into a gentle-licking flame, And make it thus expire. Then make me weep My pains asleep ; And give me such reposes That I, poor I, May think thereby I live and die 'Mongst roses.
Página 206 - Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the artless doctor sees No one hope, but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Página 206 - 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!
Página 206 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit comfort me!
Página 202 - I sing of times trans-shifting, and I write How roses first came red and lilies white; I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The Court of Mab, and of the Fairy King; I write of hell ; I sing (and ever shall) Of heaven, and hope to have it after all.
Página 198 - THE BIBLE. THE Bible ? That's the Book. The Book indeed, The Book of Books ; On which who looks, As he should do, aright, shall never need Wish for a better light To guide him in the night...