His Litany, To The Holy Spirit (Robert Herrick Poems)
In the hour of my distress,When temptations me oppress,And when I my sins confess,Sweet Spirit, comfort me!When I lie within ...
In the hour of my distress,When temptations me oppress,And when I my sins confess,Sweet Spirit, comfort me!When I lie within ...
In the hours of my distress,When temptations me oppress,And when I my sins confessSweet Spirit, comfort me!When I lie within ...
You see this grntle stream that glides, Shoved on, by quick-succeeding tides: Try if this sober stream you can Follow ...
One night i'th' year, my dearest Beauties, come, And bring those dew-drink-offerings to my tomb; When thence ye see my ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
'Tis not ev'ry day that I Fitted am to prophesy: No, but when the spirit fills The fantastic pannicles, Full ...
Now is the time for mirth, Nor cheek or tongue be dumb; For with the flow'ry earth The golden pomp ...
What will ye, my poor orphans, do, When I must leave the world and you; Who'll give ye then a ...
As shews the air when with a rain-bow graced, So smiles that ribbon 'bout my Julia's waist; Or like----Nay, 'tis ...
You have beheld a smiling rose When virgins' hands have drawn O'er it a cobweb-lawn: And here, you see, this ...
A wearied pilgrim I have wander'd here, Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but one year; Long I have lasted in this ...
Give me a man that is not dull, When all the world with rifts is full; But unamazed dares clearly ...
In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit comfort me! ...
Chorus. What sweeter music can we bring, Than a Carol, for to sing The Birth of this our heavenly King? ...
IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! ...
Only a little more I have to write: Then I'll give o'er, And bid the world good-night. 'Tis but a ...
In this world, the Isle of Dreams, While we sit by sorrow's streams, Tears and terrors are our themes, Reciting: ...
Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The ...
Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd By dreams, each one into a several world. (Robert Herrick)
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