 | 1822 - 796 pagina’s
...hundred — but we miss : There is but One — and that One ever. WHITSUNDAY. Listen, sweet Dove, nnto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me, Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away with thee. My stock lies dead, and no increase, Doth my dull husbandry improve, O, let thy... | |
 | John Mitford - 1827 - 358 pagina’s
...GEORGE HERBERT. 1633. WHIT-SUNDAY. LISTEN, sweet dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings on me ; Hatching my tender heart so long Till it get wing, and fly away with thee. Where is that fire that once descended On thy apostles ? thou didst then Keep open... | |
 | George Herbert - 1838 - 406 pagina’s
...are poor books, and oftentimes do miss : This book of stars lights to eternal bliss. XXX. WHITSUNDAY. LISTEN sweet Dove unto my song, And spread thy golden...Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away with thee. Where is that fire which once descended On thy Apostles ? thou didst then Keep... | |
 | George Herbert - 1838 - 420 pagina’s
...Thy words do find me out, and parallels bring, And in another make me understood. XXX. WHITSUNDAY. LISTEN sweet Dove unto my song, And spread thy golden...Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away with thee. Where is that fire which once descended On thy Apostles ? thou didst then Keep... | |
 | George Herbert - 1838 - 408 pagina’s
...song, And spread thy golden wings in me ; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away with thee. Where is that fire which once descended...Keep open house, richly attended, Feasting all comers hy twelve chosen men. Such glorious gifts thou didst hestow, That the earth did like a heaven appear... | |
 | George Herbert - 1842 - 400 pagina’s
...of stars lights to eternal bliss. LISTEN, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings on me ; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing and fly away with thee. Where is that fire which once descended On thy apostles ? Thou didst then Keep... | |
 | George Herbert - 1850 - 388 pagina’s
...Whitfunday. LISTEN fweet Dove unto my fong, And fpread thy golden wings in me ; Hatching my tender heart fo long, Till it get wing, and flie away with thee. Where is that fire which once defcended On thy Apoftles ? thou didft then Keep open houfe, richly attended, Feafting all comers by... | |
 | George Herbert - 1851 - 468 pagina’s
...of stars lights to eternal bliss. LISTEN, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings on me ; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing and fly away with thee. AVhere is that fire which once descended On thy apostles ? Thou didst then Keep... | |
 | George Herbert - 1853 - 372 pagina’s
...Stars are poor books, and oftentimes do miss : This book of stars lights to eternal bliss. WHITSUNDAY. LISTEN, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden...Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away with thee. Where is that fire which once descended On thy Apostles ? thou didst then Keep... | |
 | George Herbert, Christopher Harvey - 1853 - 376 pagina’s
...Stars are poor books, and oftentimes do miss : This book of stars lights to eternal bliss. WHITSUNDAY. LISTEN, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden...Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away with thee. Where is that fire which once descended On thy Apostles \ thou didst then Keep... | |
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WHITSUNDAY. LISTEN, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me ; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away with thee. 
