The poetical works of Robert Herrick, Volume 2 (Google eBook)

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W. Pickering, 1825
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Page 213 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Page 10 - Ask me why this flower does show So yellow-green, and sickly too ? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending (yet it doth not break) ? I will answer : These discover What fainting hopes are in a lover.
Page 45 - To Electra. I DARE not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile ; Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air That lately kissed thee.
Page 89 - WHENAS in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me ! Robert Herrick 121.
Page 24 - Then let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber, The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. "Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me: And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Page 216 - Where thou my chamber for to ward Hast set a guard Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep Me, while I sleep. Low is my porch, as is my fate, Both void of state ; And yet the threshold of my door Is worn by the poor, Who thither come, and freely get Good words, or meat.
Page 91 - Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing ; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts
Page 130 - Ah Ben! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun, Where we such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Page 214 - And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the flames and hellish cries Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes, And all terrors me surprise, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Page 18 - I have prayed thee, For old religion's sake, Saint BEN, to aid me! Make the way smooth for me ! When I, thy HERRICK! Honouring thee, on my knee Offer my Lyric ! Candles I'll give to thee ; And a new altar ! And thou, Saint BEN, shalt be Writ in my Psalter \ AN ODE FOR BEN JONSON.

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