The Sunday Book of PoetryMacmillan, 1865 - 318 стор. A collection of religious poetry for children. Also includes prayers and hymns. |
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... dead . She knew it by the falconer's words , And from the look of the falconer's eye ; And from the love that was in her soul For her youthful Romilly . Young Romilly through Barden woods Is ranging high and low ; And holds a greyhound ...
... dead . She knew it by the falconer's words , And from the look of the falconer's eye ; And from the love that was in her soul For her youthful Romilly . Young Romilly through Barden woods Is ranging high and low ; And holds a greyhound ...
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... dead ; Thou who trod'st the billowy sea , Shield us in our jeopardy ! Guide our bark among the waves ; Through the rocks our passage smooth ; Where the whirlpool frets and raves , Let Thy love its anger soothe : All our hope is placed ...
... dead ; Thou who trod'st the billowy sea , Shield us in our jeopardy ! Guide our bark among the waves ; Through the rocks our passage smooth ; Where the whirlpool frets and raves , Let Thy love its anger soothe : All our hope is placed ...
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... tree , Sad , and dying , who is He ? By the last and bitter cry , The ghost given up in agony , By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead , By the mourners come to weep Where the bones of Book of Poetry 45.
... tree , Sad , and dying , who is He ? By the last and bitter cry , The ghost given up in agony , By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead , By the mourners come to weep Where the bones of Book of Poetry 45.
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... dead man there . That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth ; But no man heard the trampling , Or saw the train go forth- Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done , And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek ...
... dead man there . That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth ; But no man heard the trampling , Or saw the train go forth- Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done , And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek ...
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... Tennyson LXXV MARY Her eyes are homes of silent prayer , Nor other thought her mind admits But he was dead , and there he sits , And He that brought him back is there . Then one deep love doth supersede All other , when Book of Poetry 89.
... Tennyson LXXV MARY Her eyes are homes of silent prayer , Nor other thought her mind admits But he was dead , and there he sits , And He that brought him back is there . Then one deep love doth supersede All other , when Book of Poetry 89.
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angels art thou Ben Jonson beneath bird bless blest breast breath bright calm child Christ cloud dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream dust E'en earth eternal evermore eyes faith faithless fear flowers gaze glorious glory God's golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heavenly Henry Hart Milman holy Holy habits Holy Holy hope hour HYMN Jesus John Dryden John Milton Keble king Lamb of God land light live look'd Lord lowly Miserere morn ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace praise prayer rest round sacred saints Saviour shalt shine sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star star of Bethlehem strife sweet Sweet day tears thee thine Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice wave weary weep wild William Walsham wind wings word Wykeham's
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Сторінка 2 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters Heaven with prayer.
Сторінка 97 - O ! th" exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe ! How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Сторінка 250 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled Heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand.
Сторінка 218 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live !" I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright.
Сторінка 111 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Сторінка 237 - What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep, The patriot's voice to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown to light the brows,— He giveth his beloved sleep...
Сторінка 8 - 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 142 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Сторінка 143 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Сторінка 192 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.