Emblems, Divine and Moral

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Printed at the Chiswick Press by C. Whittingham, 1818 - 319 pages
 

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Page 279 - In having all things, and not thee, what have I? Not having thee, what have my labours got? Let me enjoy but thee, what further crave I? And having thee alone, what have I not? I wish nor sea nor land ; nor would I be Possessed of heaven, heaven unpossessed of thee.
Page 91 - What mean dull souls, in this high measure, To haberdash In earth's base wares, whose greatest treasure Is dross and trash ? The height of whose enchanting pleasure Is but a flash ? Are these the goods that thou supply...
Page 90 - What well-advised ear regards What earth can say? Thy words are gold, but thy rewards Are painted clay : Thy cunning can but pack the cards, Thou canst not play : Thy game at weakest, still thou vy'st ; If seen, and then revy'd, deny'st : Thou art not what thou seem'st ; false world, thou ly'st. Thy tinsel bosom seems a mint Of new-coin'd treasure ; A paradise...
Page 117 - I PLANT a tree whose leaf The yew-tree leaf will suit ; But when its shade is o'er you laid, Turn round and pluck the fruit. Now reach my harp from off the wall Where shines the sun aslant! The sun may shine and we be cold O...
Page 182 - And find some desert ? if she springs away, The wings of Vengeance clip as fast as they What if some solid rock should entertain My frighted soul ? can solid rocks restrain The stroke of Justice and not cleave in twain ? Nor sea, nor shade, nor shield, nor rock, nor cave, Nor silent deserts, nor the sullen grave, What flame-eyed Fury means to smite, can save.
Page 162 - Mine eyes are darkened with perpetual night. My God, Thou art my Way, my Life, my Light. Thou art my Way; I wander, if Thou fly: Thou art my Light; If hid, how blind am I? Thou art my Life; If Thou withdraw, I die. Mine eyes are blind and dark; I cannot see; To whom, or whither should my darkness flee, But to the Light?
Page 278 - I love the sea, she is my fellow-creature, My careful purveyor; she provides me store; She walls me round; she makes my diet greater; She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore: But, Lord of oceans, when compared with thee, What is the ocean or her wealth to me?
Page 278 - To heaven's high city I direct my journey, Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye ; Mine eye, by contemplation's great attorney...
Page 269 - The wand'ring shade by his magnetic pow'r, And leaves his silken gnomon to decide The question of the controverted hour, First frantics up and down from side to side, And restless beats his crystal'd iv'ry case, With vain impatience jets from place to place, And seeks the bosom of his frozen bride ; At length he slacks his motion, and doth rest His trembling point at his bright pole's beloved breast.
Page 186 - And what's a life ? a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age. And what's a life ? the flourishing array Of the proud summer meadow, which to-day Wears her green plush, and is to-morrow hay.

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