The Odour. 2 Cor. II. (George Herbert Poems)
How sweetly doth My Master sound! My Master! As amber-greese leaves a rich scent ...
How sweetly doth My Master sound! My Master! As amber-greese leaves a rich scent ...
There you have it, Art is Culture, so we're cultured head to toe,For our ads do bring us learning sealed ...
Love is not blind. I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women's grace. I know the imperfection of ...
O life why so imperfect? And life cried in elation, Don't fault my God nor me correct, But man and ...
Lord, even now, when I am cracked, chipped imperfect, use me as I am, to do your work, here in ...
Staring at the glass the panes in the frame bubbles and waves thinning viscous skin of irregular glass beautiful in ...
We stand, we all stand, naked before God, exposed as surely as they were in the Garden, after the fall ...
The wind Undecided Rolls a cigarette of air The mute girl talks: It is art's imperfection. This impenetrable speech. The ...
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
You made us hopeful, LORD; where is your Hope when every lovely Rainbow bright and chill reflects your Will? You ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scripture. ver. 96, paraphrased. Let all the heathen writers join To form one perfect ...
1 COME, said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the Universal. In this ...
SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me! Hour prophetic-hour resuming the past! Inflating my throat-you, divine average! You, Earth ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
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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