#WelshWriters
I Got me flowers to straw Thy way… I got me boughs off many a tree; But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought’st Thy sweets along w… The sunne arising in the East,
O blessed body! Whither are thou… No lodging for thee, but a cold ha… So many hearts on earth, and yet n… Receive thee? Sure there is room within our hear…
LOVE bade me welcome; yet my sou… Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me… From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questio…
Oh King of grief! (a title strang… To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! how shall I gr… Who in all grief preventest me? Shall I weep blood? why thou has…
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul… Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey’d Love, observing me… From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questio…
Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny That thou has aught to do with me. O tame my heart; It is thy highest art
It cannot be. Where is that migh… Which just now took up all my hear… Lord, if thou must needs use thy d… Save that, and me; or sin for both… The grosser world stand to thy wor…
I struck the board, and cried, “N… I will abroad. What! shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free a… Loose as the wind, as large as sto…
As he that sees a dark and shady g… Stays not, but looks beyond it on… So when I view my sins, mine eyes… More backward still, and to that w… Which is above the heav’ns, whose…
My stock lies dead and no increase Doth my dull husbandry improve: O let thy graces without cease Drop from above! If still the sun should hide his f…
Holiness on the head, Light and perfection on the breast… Harmonious bells below, raising th… To led them unto life and rest. Thus are true Aarons dressed.
Wounded I sing, tormented I indit… Thrown down I fall into a bed, an… Sorrow hath chang’d its note: such… Who changeth all things, as him pl… For well he knows, if but one grie…
O that I could a sin once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath some good in him, all agree. Sin is flat opposite to th’ Almig… It wants the good of virtue, and o…
O Sacred Providence, who from end… Strongly and sweetly movest! shall… And not of thee, through whom my f… To hold my quill? shall they not d… Of all the creatures both in sea a…
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was m… My breast was full of fears And disorder: