The complete works in verse and prose of George Herbert For the first time fully collected and collated with the original and early editions and mss. and much enlarged with I. Hitherto unprinted and inedited poems and prose from the Williams mss. etc. II. Translation of the whole of the Latin and Greek verse and Latin prose. III. Memorial-introduction, essay on life and writings, and notes and illustrations. IV. In quarto, portraits on steel, and other specially-prepared illustrations and facsimiles. Edited by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... In three volumes [in The Fuller Worthies' Library] |
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II. LOVE.
Thou art too hard for me in Love;
There is no dealing wth Thee in that Art,
That is Thy Masterpeece, I see.
When I contrive and plott to prove
Something that may be conquest on my part,
Thou still, O Lord, outstrippest mee.
There is no dealing wth Thee in that Art,
That is Thy Masterpeece, I see.
When I contrive and plott to prove
Something that may be conquest on my part,
Thou still, O Lord, outstrippest mee.
Sometimes, when as I wash, I say,
And shrodely as I think, ‘Lord, wash my soule,
More spotted then my Flesh can bee.’
But then there comes into my way
Thy ancient baptism, wch when I was foule
And knew it not, yet cleansèd mee.
And shrodely as I think, ‘Lord, wash my soule,
More spotted then my Flesh can bee.’
But then there comes into my way
Thy ancient baptism, wch when I was foule
And knew it not, yet cleansèd mee.
I took a time when Thou didst sleep,
Great waves of trouble combating my brest:
I thought it braue to praise Thee then;
Yet then I found that Thou didst creep
Into my hart wth ioye, giving more rest
Than flesh did Lend Thee back agen.
Great waves of trouble combating my brest:
I thought it braue to praise Thee then;
Yet then I found that Thou didst creep
Into my hart wth ioye, giving more rest
Than flesh did Lend Thee back agen.
Let mee but once the conquest have
Vpon ye matter, 'twill Thy conquest prove:
If Thou subdue mortalitie,
Thou dost no more than doth ye graue;
Whereas if I orecome Thee and Thy love,
Hell, Death, and Divel come short of mee.
Vpon ye matter, 'twill Thy conquest prove:
If Thou subdue mortalitie,
Thou dost no more than doth ye graue;
Whereas if I orecome Thee and Thy love,
Hell, Death, and Divel come short of mee.
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