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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IV. EUEN-SONG.
The Day is spent, and hath his will on mee:
I and ye Sunn haue runn our races:
I went ye slower, yet more paces;
For I decay, not hee.
I and ye Sunn haue runn our races:
I went ye slower, yet more paces;
For I decay, not hee.
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Lord, make my Loss vp, and sett mee free,
That I, who cannot now by day
Look on his daring brightnes, may
Shine then more bright then hee.
That I, who cannot now by day
Look on his daring brightnes, may
Shine then more bright then hee.
If Thou deferr this light, then shadow mee,
Least that the Night, earth's gloomy shade,
Fouling her nest, my earth invade,
As if shades knew not Thee.
Least that the Night, earth's gloomy shade,
Fouling her nest, my earth invade,
As if shades knew not Thee.
But Thou art Light and darkness both togeather:
If that bee dark we cannot see,
The sunn is darker then a Tree,
And Thou more dark then either.
If that bee dark we cannot see,
The sunn is darker then a Tree,
And Thou more dark then either.
Yet Thou art not so dark since I know this,
But that my darknes may touch Thine;
And hope that may teach it to shine,
Since Light Thy darknes is.
But that my darknes may touch Thine;
And hope that may teach it to shine,
Since Light Thy darknes is.
O lett my Soule, whose keyes I must deliver
Into the hands of senceles dreames,
Wch know not Thee, suck in Thy beames,
And wake wth Thee for ever.
Into the hands of senceles dreames,
Wch know not Thee, suck in Thy beames,
And wake wth Thee for ever.
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