English

The dearest Lord of Heaven gave
Himself an Off'ring once for me:
The dearest Thing on Earth I have,
Now, Lord, I'l offer unto Thee.
I See, my best Enjoyments here
Are Loans, and Flow'rs, and Vanities;
E're well-Enjoy'd they disappear:
Vain Smoke, they pierce and Leave o e Eyes .
But I Beleeve, O Glorious Lord,
That when I Seem to Lose these Toyes,
What's Lost, will fully be Restor'd,
In Glory, with Eternal Joyes.
I do Beleeve, That I and Mine,
Shall Come to Everlasting Rest;
Because, Blest JESUS, We are Thine,

Alfred, I would that you behold me now,
Sitting beneath a mossy ivied wall
On a quaint bench, which to that structure old
Winds an accordant curve. Above my head
Dilates immeasurable a wild of leaves
Seeming received into the blue expanse
That vaults this summer noon: before me lies
A lawn of English verdure, smooth and bright,
Mottled with fainter hues of early hay,
Whose fragrance, blended with the rose perfume
From that white flowering bush, invites my sense
To a delicious madness — and faint thoughts

Woman, do not judge man's each individual action
Harshly; but, an ye will, criticize man as a whole.

Nay, move not! Sit just as you are,
Under the carved wings of the chair.
The hearth-glow sifting through your hair
Turns every dim pearl to a star
Dawn-drowned in floods of brightening air.

I have been thinking of that night
When all the wide hall burst to blaze
With spears caught up, thrust fifty ways
To find my throat, while I lay white
And sick with joy, to think the days

I dragged out in your hateful North —
A slave, constrained at banquet's need
To fill the black bull's horns with mead

I had been sitting at a feast of souls,
A banquet of pure spirits, where the thought
Spoke on the eloquent tongue, and in the eye's
Gay sparkle, and the ever-changing play
Of feature, like the twinkling glance of waves
Beneath the summer moonlight. I walked forth;
It was a night in autumn, and the moon
Was visible through clouds of opal, laced
With gold and carmine, — such a silent night
As fairies love to dance and revel in,
When winds are hushed, and leaves are still, and waves
Are sleeping on the waters, and the hum

Lord, bought by thy All-worthy Blood,
Life , worthless I Receive:
Nourish'd with Health , and Peace , and Food ,
Free from just Plagues , I live .

From thy great Friendship I enjoy
Friends that my Jewels are;
Mee Thou dost in thy Church employ
And still accept my Prayer.

CHRIST, His Promise , is mine;
His Angels are my Guard.
I'l my long Praises therefore join,

He whose advent'rous keele ploughes the rough Seas,
Takes Interest of Fate for wealth's increase.
He that in Battaile trafficks, and pitch't fields,
Reaps with his Sword rich Harvests, which warre yeelds.
Base parasites repose their drunken heads,
Laden with Sleep and Wine, on Tyrian beds.
And he that melts in Lust's adult'rous fire
Getts both reward and pleasure for his hire.
But Learning only, midst this wanton heat,
Hath (save it self) nothing to weare or eat;
Faintly exclaiming on the looser Times,

Before the coming of the dark, he dreamed
An old-world faded story: of a knight,
Much like in need to him, who was no knight!
And of a road, much like the road his soul
Groped over, desperate to meet Her soul.
Beside the bed Death waited. And he dreamed.

His limbs were heavy from the fight,
His mail was dark with dust and blood;
On this good horse they bound him tight,
And on his breast they bound the rood
To help him in the ride that night.

When he crashed through the wood's wet rim,

A rushing of wings in the dawn,
A flight of birds in the sky!
The darkness of night withdrawn,
In an outburst of melody!

O birds through the heaven that soar
With such tumult of jubilant song!
The shadows are flying before,
For the rapture of life is strong,

And my spirit leaps to the light
On the wings of its hope new-born,
And I follow your radiant flight
Through the golden halls of morn!

To mee to live , it Christ shall bee,
For All I do, I'l do for Thee.

My Quaestion shall bee oft beside,
How thou mayst most bee glorified!

I will not any creature love ,
But in the Love of Thee above.

Thy Will I shall embrace for mine ,
And every Management of Time
Shall please mee (V.) A Conformity
To Thee, shall bee my Aim and Eye .

Ejaculations shall ascend,
Not seldome from mee. I'l attend
Occasional Reflections , and
Turn all to Gold that comes to hand.