Life-lights of song, ed. by D. Page, Том 1;Том 521864 |
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... dost love , Enjoys Thy presence . Noiselessly around , From perch to perch , the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring , that ' midst its herbs Wells softly forth , and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest , tells no ...
... dost love , Enjoys Thy presence . Noiselessly around , From perch to perch , the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring , that ' midst its herbs Wells softly forth , and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest , tells no ...
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... Dost scare the world with tempests , set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts , or fill With all the waters of the firmament The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages ; when at Thy call Uprises the ...
... Dost scare the world with tempests , set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts , or fill With all the waters of the firmament The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages ; when at Thy call Uprises the ...
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... dost thou complain ? Why drooping seek the dark recess ? Shake off the melancholy chain , For God created all to bless . But ah ! my breast is human still ; The rising sigh , the falling tear , My languid vitals ' feeble rill , The ...
... dost thou complain ? Why drooping seek the dark recess ? Shake off the melancholy chain , For God created all to bless . But ah ! my breast is human still ; The rising sigh , the falling tear , My languid vitals ' feeble rill , The ...
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... dost sing so joyfully , I watch thee soaring with a deep delight , And when at last I turn my aching eye That lays below thee in the Infinite , Still in my heart receive thy melody.- O thou sweet Lark , that I had wings like thee ! Not ...
... dost sing so joyfully , I watch thee soaring with a deep delight , And when at last I turn my aching eye That lays below thee in the Infinite , Still in my heart receive thy melody.- O thou sweet Lark , that I had wings like thee ! Not ...
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... dost thou sit on the heated eaves , And forsake the wood with its freshen'd leaves ? Why dost thou haunt the sultry street , When the paths of the forest are cool and sweet ? How canst thou bear This noise of people - this sultry air ...
... dost thou sit on the heated eaves , And forsake the wood with its freshen'd leaves ? Why dost thou haunt the sultry street , When the paths of the forest are cool and sweet ? How canst thou bear This noise of people - this sultry air ...
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adore ANNE STEELE beam beauty beneath bird bless bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright calm clouds dark deep divine dost doth dream earth eternal fair flowers forest gaze GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE glad glorious glory glow God's golden grace green hath hear heart heaven hills holy hope HORATIUS BONAR hour hymn Illustrations and Vignette JOSEPH ADDISON light lonely love ye mercy morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS nature Nature's night nurslings o'er peace Portrait on Steel Praise the Lord prayer rill rise ROBERT NICOLL ROBERT SOUTHEY round shade shine shining book sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit Spring stars streams sweet tears Thine THOMAS MOORE Thou art Thou hast thoughts throne Thy presence told thee tree Vignette Title voice wandering waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods
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Сторінка 76 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Сторінка 149 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Сторінка 38 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Сторінка 49 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Сторінка 211 - Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Сторінка vii - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee, Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine...
Сторінка 209 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
Сторінка 243 - ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Сторінка 135 - HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, omnipotence.
Сторінка 50 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie, In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that...