The Idea of Coventry PatmoreH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1921 - 213 pages |
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Page 101 - For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones. For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh. This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church (italics mine).
Page 202 - Sir, it is so far from being natural for a man and woman to live in a state of marriage, that we find all the motives which they have for remaining in that connection, and the restraints which civilized society imposes to prevent separation, are hardly sufficient to keep them together.
Page 32 - An idle poet, here and there, Looks round him; but, for all the rest, The world, unfathomably fair, Is duller than a witling's jest. Love wakes men, once a life-time each; They lift their heavy lids and look; And, lo, what one sweet page can teach, They read with joy, then shut the book.
Page 101 - So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself. ** For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church, M for we are members of His body, of His flesh, and of His bones.
Page 101 - Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it ; that he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, that he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing ; but that it should be holy and without blemish. So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that'loveth his wife loveth himself.
Page 34 - Epochs. Not in the crises of events, Of compass'd hopes, or fears fulfill'd, Or acts of gravest consequence, Are life's delight and depth reveal'd. The day of days was not the day ; That went before, or was postponed ; The night Death took our lamp away Was not the night on which we groan'd. I drew my bride, beneath the moon, Across my threshold ; happy hour ! But, ah, the walk that afternoon We saw the water-flags in flower ! IV.
Page 64 - How strange a thing a lover seems To animals that do not love ! Lo, where he walks and talks in dreams, And flouts us with his Lady's glove ; How foreign is the garb he wears ; And how his great devotion mocks Our poor propriety, and scares The undevout with paradox ! His soul, through scorn of worldly care, And great extremes of sweet and gall...
Page 114 - On the contrary, there is nothing more regular than the odes of Pindar, both as to the exact observation of the measures and numbers of his stanzas and verses, and the perpetual coherence of his thoughts. For though his...
Page 64 - plaining seems to cure his plight ; He makes his sorrow, when there's none ; His fancy blows both cold and hot ; Next to the wish that she'll be won, His first hope is that she may not ; He sues, yet deprecates consent ; Would she be captured she must fly ; She looks too happy and content, For whose least pleasure he would die...
Page 136 - What if this Lady be thy Soul, and He Who claims to enjoy her sacred beauty be, Not thou, but God; and thy sick fire A female vanity, Such as a Bride, viewing her mirror'd charms, Feels when she sighs, 'All these are for his arms!