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" Not so, my heart: but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit, and not; forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which... "
Izaak Walton and His Friends - Page 234
by Stapleton Martin - 1904 - 263 pages
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The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue

George Herbert - 1703 - 450 pages
...Difpute Of what is fit, and not forfake thy Cage, Thy P-ope of Sands, Which petty Thoughts have made,and made to thee Good Cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy Law, While thoudidft wink and wouldft not fee. Away ; take heed: I will abroad, Call in thy Death's-head there...
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The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue

George Herbert - 1709 - 376 pages
...all thy figh-blown Age On double Pleafures : Leave thy cold Difpute Of what is fit, and not forfake thy Cage, Thy Rope of Sands, Which petty Thoughts have made, and made to the* Good Cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy Law, While thou didll wink and wouldft not fee. Away...
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Sacred Classics, Or, Cabinet Library of Divinity, Volume 21

Richard Cattermole, Henry Stebbing - 1835 - 402 pages
...lost to me ? Have I no bays to crown it ? No flowers, no garlands gay ? all blasted ? All wasted ? Not so, my heart ! but there is fruit, And thou hast...wouldst not see. Away ; take heed ! I will abroad, To suit and serve his need, Deserves his load." But as I rav'd, and grew more fierce and wild At every...
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The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations

George Herbert - 1838 - 420 pages
...heart: but there is fruit, On double pleasures : leave thy cold dispute Of what is lit, and not^fsrsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which petty thoughts...And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst riot see. Away ; take heed : I will abroad. Call in thy death's-head there : tie up thy fears. He that...
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Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].

Gems - 1841 - 624 pages
...only lost to me? Have I no bays to crown it ? No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted? All wasted? Not so, my heart ! but there is fruit And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-flown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute ! Of what is fit and not : forsake thy cage,...
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The Temple: And the Country Parson

George Herbert - 1842 - 400 pages
...lost to me ? Have I no bays to crown it ? No flowers, no garlands gay ? all blasted ? All wasted ? Not so, my heart ! but there is fruit ; And thou hast...and not. Forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which pretty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce, and draw, And be thy law While...
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The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations

George Herbert - 1844 - 388 pages
...double pleafures : leave thy cold difpute Of what is fit, and not forfake thy cage, Thy rope of fands, Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good...cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didft wink and wouldft not fee. Away ; take heed : I will abroad. Call in thy death's-head there :...
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The Works of George Herbert: Poetry

George Herbert - 1846 - 432 pages
...double pleafures : leave thy cold difpute Of what is fa, and not : forfake thy cage, Thy rope of fands, Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good...cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didft wink and wouldft not fee. Away ; take heed : I will abroad. Call in thy death's-head there :...
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The Church of England quarterly review, Volume 21

1847 - 1054 pages
...occurred before, as it has to us a long time since. About the middle of the page occurs the lines:— " leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit, and not forsake thy cage.' So it stands even in the first edition, and, we believe, in every edition down to the present, which...
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The Sacred Poets of England and America: For Three Centuries

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 pages
...lost to me ? Have I no bays to crown it ? No flowers, no garlands gay ? all blasted ? All wasted ? Not so, my heart ! but there is fruit And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-flown age On double pleasures : leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit and not : forsake thy cage,...
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