Hesperides, Or, the Works Both Human & Divine of Robert Herrick Volume 2 (Paperback)


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 Excerpt: ...as that no eye Shall see the hug'd impietie: Gifts blind the wise, and bribes do please, And winde all other witnesses: And wilt not thou, with gold, be ti'd To lay thy pen and ink aside? That in the mirk and tonguelesse night, Wanton I may, and thou not write? It will not be: And, therefore, now, For times to come, He make this Vow, From aberrations to live free; So He not feare the Judge, or thee. To His Saviour. Lord, I confesse, that Thou alone art able To purifie this my Augean stable: Be the Seas water, and the Land all Sope, Yet if Thy Bloud not wash me, there's no hope. To God. Nos. 74 God is all-sufferance here; here He doth show" No Arrow nockt, onely a stringlesse Bow: His Arrowes Hie, and all his stones are hurPd Against the wicked, in another world. His Dreame. I Dreamt, last night, Thou didst transfuse Oyle from Thy Jarre, into my creuze; And powring still, Thy wealthy store, The vessell full did then run ore: Me thought, I did Thy bounty chide, To see the waste; but 'twas repli'd By Thee, Deare God, God gives man seed Oft-times for waste, as for his need. Then I co'd say, that house is bare, That has not bread, and some to spare. Gods Bounty. Gods Bounty, that ebbs lesse and lesse, As men do wane in thankfulnesse. To His Sweet Saviour. Night hath no wings, to him that cannot sleep; And Time seems then, not for to flie, but creep; Slowly her chariot drives, as if that she Had broke her wheele, or crackt her axeltree. Just so it is with me, who list'ning, pray The winds, to blow the tedious night away; That I might see the cheerfull peeping day. Sick is my heart O Saviour do Thou please To make my bed soft in my sicknesses: Lighten my candle, so that I beneath Sleep not for ever in the vaults of death: Nos. 71-Let me Thy voice betimes i'...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 Excerpt: ...as that no eye Shall see the hug'd impietie: Gifts blind the wise, and bribes do please, And winde all other witnesses: And wilt not thou, with gold, be ti'd To lay thy pen and ink aside? That in the mirk and tonguelesse night, Wanton I may, and thou not write? It will not be: And, therefore, now, For times to come, He make this Vow, From aberrations to live free; So He not feare the Judge, or thee. To His Saviour. Lord, I confesse, that Thou alone art able To purifie this my Augean stable: Be the Seas water, and the Land all Sope, Yet if Thy Bloud not wash me, there's no hope. To God. Nos. 74 God is all-sufferance here; here He doth show" No Arrow nockt, onely a stringlesse Bow: His Arrowes Hie, and all his stones are hurPd Against the wicked, in another world. His Dreame. I Dreamt, last night, Thou didst transfuse Oyle from Thy Jarre, into my creuze; And powring still, Thy wealthy store, The vessell full did then run ore: Me thought, I did Thy bounty chide, To see the waste; but 'twas repli'd By Thee, Deare God, God gives man seed Oft-times for waste, as for his need. Then I co'd say, that house is bare, That has not bread, and some to spare. Gods Bounty. Gods Bounty, that ebbs lesse and lesse, As men do wane in thankfulnesse. To His Sweet Saviour. Night hath no wings, to him that cannot sleep; And Time seems then, not for to flie, but creep; Slowly her chariot drives, as if that she Had broke her wheele, or crackt her axeltree. Just so it is with me, who list'ning, pray The winds, to blow the tedious night away; That I might see the cheerfull peeping day. Sick is my heart O Saviour do Thou please To make my bed soft in my sicknesses: Lighten my candle, so that I beneath Sleep not for ever in the vaults of death: Nos. 71-Let me Thy voice betimes i'...

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Rarebooksclub.com

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United States

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March 2012

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March 2012

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246 x 189 x 3mm (L x W x T)

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Paperback - Trade

Pages

58

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978-1-130-83882-4

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9781130838824

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1-130-83882-X



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