Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religionL.B. Seeley and Son, 1825 - 160 стор. |
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... happy round That circles Sion's holy ground , And gladly swell'd the choral lays That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise , What time the hallow'd arch along Responsive swell'd the solemn song . Ah ! why , by passing clouds oppress'd ...
... happy round That circles Sion's holy ground , And gladly swell'd the choral lays That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise , What time the hallow'd arch along Responsive swell'd the solemn song . Ah ! why , by passing clouds oppress'd ...
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... happy era begins , When array'd in thy glories I shine , Nor grieve any more , by my sins , The bosom on which I recline . O then shall the veil be remov'd , And round me thy brightness be pour'd : I shall meet him whom absent I lov'd ...
... happy era begins , When array'd in thy glories I shine , Nor grieve any more , by my sins , The bosom on which I recline . O then shall the veil be remov'd , And round me thy brightness be pour'd : I shall meet him whom absent I lov'd ...
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... happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song ! XVII . WHEN one who holds communion with the skies , Has fill'd his urn where the pure waters rise , And once more ...
... happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song ! XVII . WHEN one who holds communion with the skies , Has fill'd his urn where the pure waters rise , And once more ...
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... ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies . O happy peasant ! oh unhappy bard ! His the 24 COWPER . The dove let loose on eastern skies 107 The Frenchman, first in literary fame.
... ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies . O happy peasant ! oh unhappy bard ! His the 24 COWPER . The dove let loose on eastern skies 107 The Frenchman, first in literary fame.
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Select poetry. O happy peasant ! oh unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , her's the rich reward ; He prais'd perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home ; He lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in ...
Select poetry. O happy peasant ! oh unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , her's the rich reward ; He prais'd perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home ; He lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in ...
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Amalek angels Behold beneath bids bless'd blessing blest bliss blood bosom breast breath bright calm CAROLINE FRY Christ clouds dark death divine doom doth dread dust dying earth earthly eternal everlasting faith false earth Father fear feel fires on high glorious glory golden air grace grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour immortal Jesus knows life's light live Lord mar delights meek mercy night o'er pain peace praise prayer rapturous songs resign rest rise round sacred saints Saviour shade shalt shine sigh silent clock Sing skies sleep smiling solemn litany song sorrow soul spirit springs star star by star star of Bethlehem storm storms of passion sweet tears thee thine thou art thou didst thou hast throne tomb Twas vital spark voice weary weep where'er winds wings
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Сторінка 101 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Сторінка 9 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,— How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Сторінка 4 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What...
Сторінка 56 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Сторінка 20 - 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 105 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Сторінка 40 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.
Сторінка 61 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Сторінка 131 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Сторінка 155 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.