The Temple, and Other English Poems

The Temple, and Other English Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 edition. Excerpt: And make the purchase spread To both our goods, if he to it will stand. How happy were my part, If some kind man would thrust his heart Into these lines; till in heaven's court of rolls They were by winged souls Entered for both, far above their desert! CONSCIENCE. (konstitntt. PEACE, prattler, do not lour: Not a fair look, but thou dost call it foul; Not a sweet dish, but thou dost call it sour: Music to thee doth howl. By listening to thy chatting fears I have both lost mine eyes and ears. Prattler, no more, I say: My thoughts must work, but like a noiseless sphtie. Harmonious peace must rock them all the day: No room for prattlers there. If thou persisteth, I will tell thee, That I have physic to expel thee. And the receipt shall be My Saviour's blood; whenever at His board I do but taste it, straight it cleanseth me, And leaves thee not a word; No, not a tooth or nail to scratch, And at my actions carp, or catch. Yet if thou talkest still, Besides my physic, know there's some for thcc; Some wood and nails to make a staff or bill For those that trouble me: The bloody cross of my dear Lord Is both my physic and my sword. (Sim. LORD, with what glory wast Thou served of old. When Solomon's temple stood and flourished! Where most things were of purest gold; The wood was all embellished With flowers and carvings, mystical and rare: All showed the builders craved the seer's care. Yet all this glory, all this pomp and state, Did not affect Thee much, was not Thy aim. Something there was that sowed debate: Wherefore Thou quitt'st Thy ancient claim: And now Thy architecture meets with sin: For all Thy frame and fabric is within. There Thou art struggling with a peevish heart, Which sometimes crosseth Thee, Thou sometimes it: The fight is...
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  • Paperback | 52 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 123676272X
  • 9781236762726