The Thanksgiving (George Herbert Poem)
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! ...
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! ...
Moments the mightiest pass calendared, And when the Absolute In backward Time outgave the deedful word Whereby all life is ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
A Thriving Merchant, who no Loss sustained, In little time a mighty Fortune gain'd. No Pyrate seiz'd his still returning ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
Revolving in their destin'd sphere, The hours begin another year As rapidly to fly; Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me! Hour prophetic-hour resuming the past! Inflating my throat-you, divine average! You, Earth ...
Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws, Or marking the ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till; I have a larger on my window-sill. A farm, d'ye say? ...
The quality of mercy is not strain'd. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
Did I not say to you, "Go not there, for I am your friend; in this mirage of annihilation I ...
BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven! In various forms to mortals given, With magic skill enslaves mankind, As sportive fancy sways ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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