Repentance (George Herbert Poem)
Lord, I confess my sin is great; Great is my sin. Oh! gently treat With thy quick flow'r, thy momentany ...
Lord, I confess my sin is great; Great is my sin. Oh! gently treat With thy quick flow'r, thy momentany ...
Love I was shewn upon the mountain-side And bid to catch Him ere the dropp of day. See, Love, I ...
WHEN sounds the trumpet at the Judgment Day, And when forever all things earthly die, We must a full and ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Once a dream did weave a shade, O'er my Angel-guarded bed. That an Emmet lost it's way Where on grass ...
cIn the midnight of darkness and terror, When I would grope nearer to God, With my back to a record ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
1 I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, 2 Into a field, 3 Where I sometimes had seen ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
When Orpheus sweetly did complayne Upon his lute with heavy strayne How his Euridice was slayne, The trees to heare ...
A farmer's wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op'ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
As vanquish'd Erin wept beside The Boyne's ill-fated river, She saw where Discord, in the tide, Had dropp'd his loaded ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
(From Lenau.) So late, and yet a nightingale? Long since have dropp'd the blossoms pale, The summer fields are ripening, ...
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