Music, the voice of harmony in creation [an anthology of verse] selected and arranged by M.J. Estcourt1857 |
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angels anthem bells bird blessed bliss breast breath bright charm cheerful chime choir chords chorus CHRISTIAN church deep delight divine doth earth echoes eternal ev'ry feel FRANCIS QUARLES gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE glory golden reign grief Hark harmony harp hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy human voice hymns instruments lark light listening Lord loud lute lyre melody melt mighty mind morn mountain murmurs Naioth nature night nightingale notes numbers o'er organ Orpheus passion peal pipe pleasure praise Psalm psaltery raptures rejoice round sacred SHAKESPEARE sigh silence sing soft solemn song sorrow soul sound sphere spirit strain strings sung sweet sweetest swell T. W. WEBB tears thee thine things THOMAS MACE thou thought thrill tone touch trembling trumpet tune unto vocal voice wake warbling wild wind wings wonder words WORDSWORTH worship
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Сторінка 242 - after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever could come near.
Сторінка 240 - not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in
Сторінка 143 - ILL no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago ; Or is it some more humble lay; Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again
Сторінка 186 - HAT though in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ? What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The
Сторінка 243 - a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air "With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute: And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute.
Сторінка 242 - satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death, must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look hefore and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are
Сторінка 237 - hear the lark begin his flight, And singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-briar or the vine, On the twisted eglantine: While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin.
Сторінка 11 - ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold Him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle His throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If
Сторінка 241 - chant, Matched with thine would he all But an empty vaunt,— A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains, What shapes of sky, or plain ? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Сторінка 12 - thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling mon With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun of this great world, both eye and soul, Acknowledge Him thy greater; sound His praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,