 | 1839 - 1092 halaman
...changing were, Fsstia thy paradise, where no flower can wither .' Muy a spring I shoot up fair, O&riBtj at heaven, growing and groaning thither: Nor doth my flower Want a spring-shower, My sins and I joining together. 11 Bat while I grow in a straight line, SSI upward bent,... | |
 | Giles Fletcher - 1836 - 400 halaman
...a chiming of a passing-bell. We say amiss, ' This or that is :' Thy word is all, if we would spell. Oh, that I once past changing were ; Fast in thy Paradise, where no flow'r can wither ! Many a spring I shot up fair, Offering at heav'n, growing and groaning thither... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 336 halaman
...chiming of a passing-bell. We say amisse " This, or that, is ;" Thy word is all ; if we could spell. Oh, that I once past changing were ; Fast in thy Paradise, where no flow'r can wither ! Many a spring I shoot up fair, Off'ring at heav'n, growing and groaning thither... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 390 halaman
...chiming of a passing-bell. We say amisse " This, or that, is ;" Thy word is all ; if we could spell. Oh, that I once past changing were ; Fast in thy Paradise, where no flow'r can wither ! Many a spring I shoot up fair, Oft" ring at heav'n, growing and groaning thither:... | |
 | George Herbert - 1838 - 406 halaman
...a chiming of a passing-bell. We say amiss, This or that is : Thy word is all, if we could spell. 0 that I once past changing were, Fast in thy Paradise, where no flower can wither ! Many a spring I shoot up fair, Offering at heaven, growing and groaning thither:... | |
 | George Herbert - 1838 - 420 halaman
...a chiming of a passing-bell. We say amiss, This or that is : Thy word is all, if we could spell. 0 that I once past changing were, Fast in thy Paradise, where no flower can wither ! Many a spring I shoot up fair, Offering at heaven, growing and groaning thither:... | |
 | George Herbert - 1842 - 400 halaman
...chiming of a passing-bell. We say amiss, " This, or that is :" Thy word is all ; if we would spell. Oh, that I once past changing were ; Fast in thy paradise, where no flower can wither! Many a spring I shoot up fair, Offering at heaven, growing and groaning thither... | |
 | Henry Gardiner Adams - 1844 - 274 halaman
...a chiming of a passing bel), We say amiss, " This or that is ;" Thy word is all, if we conld spell. Oh, that I once past changing were ; Fast in thy Paradise, where no flow'r can wither ! Many a spring I shoot up fair, Off ring at heav'n, growing and groaning thither,... | |
 | 1844 - 288 halaman
...Country Parson was to be as fine as his garden could make it. His poetry may illustrate his advice: 0 that I once past changing were, Fast in thy Paradise, where no flower can wither! Many a spring I shoot up fair, Offering at heaven, growing and groaning thither... | |
 | Mary Milner - 1848 - 808 halaman
...could spell. The last two lines are pious truth, but no poetry. The next stanza opens with both : Ob, that I once past changing were, Fast in thy Paradise, where no flower can wither I But, while I grow in a straight line Still upwards bent, as if heav'n were mine... | |
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This or that is; Thy word is all, if we could spell. 0 that I once past changing were, Fast in Thy paradise, where no flower can wither! 
