Beauties of Modern British Poetry: Systematically Arranged ...Nelson, 1865 - 416 стор. |
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... soft contagion feels . She speeds exulting to the burning shore , With the best message angel ever bore ; Hark ! ' tis the note which spoke a Saviour's birth , — 66 Glory to God on high , and peace on earth ! " As the mild spirit hovers ...
... soft contagion feels . She speeds exulting to the burning shore , With the best message angel ever bore ; Hark ! ' tis the note which spoke a Saviour's birth , — 66 Glory to God on high , and peace on earth ! " As the mild spirit hovers ...
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... soft , contemplative , and kind ; And woe to those who train such youth , And spare to press the rights of truth , The mind to strengthen and anneal , While on the stithy glows the steel ! Oh , teach him , while your lessons last , To ...
... soft , contemplative , and kind ; And woe to those who train such youth , And spare to press the rights of truth , The mind to strengthen and anneal , While on the stithy glows the steel ! Oh , teach him , while your lessons last , To ...
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... soft and naked child , Thy mother undefiled , In the rude manger laid to rest From off her virgin breast . The heavens were not commanded to prepare A gorgeous canopy of golden air ; Nor stooped their lamps th ' enthronéd fire on high ...
... soft and naked child , Thy mother undefiled , In the rude manger laid to rest From off her virgin breast . The heavens were not commanded to prepare A gorgeous canopy of golden air ; Nor stooped their lamps th ' enthronéd fire on high ...
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... soft Hosanna's tone . And when thou didst depart , no car of flame To bear thee hence in lambent radiance came ; Nor visible angels mourned with drooping plumes : Nor didst thou mount on high From fatal Calvary , With all thine own ...
... soft Hosanna's tone . And when thou didst depart , no car of flame To bear thee hence in lambent radiance came ; Nor visible angels mourned with drooping plumes : Nor didst thou mount on high From fatal Calvary , With all thine own ...
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... soft waters gushing by And dewy shadows mild . Thou wilt - for thou art Israel's God , And thine unwearied arm Is ready yet , with Moses ' rod , The bidden rill to charm Out of the dry unfathomed deep Of sands , that lie in lifeless ...
... soft waters gushing by And dewy shadows mild . Thou wilt - for thou art Israel's God , And thine unwearied arm Is ready yet , with Moses ' rod , The bidden rill to charm Out of the dry unfathomed deep Of sands , that lie in lifeless ...
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Сторінка 253 - 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? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Сторінка 290 - THESE as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields : the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes Thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Сторінка 223 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Сторінка 158 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Сторінка 69 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 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 Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death — • He enters heaven with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Сторінка 82 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Сторінка 222 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learned the language of another world.
Сторінка 22 - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Сторінка 284 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...
Сторінка 182 - Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?