Poets in the PulpitSampson, Law, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1880 - 291 стор. |
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... hand the springs of national life and religion in many lands . In 1854 he resigned his professorship . In 1868 and 1869 he was with us in England . He went to Oxford , and there they conferred on him the Hon . D.C.L. degree . In 1874 he ...
... hand the springs of national life and religion in many lands . In 1854 he resigned his professorship . In 1868 and 1869 he was with us in England . He went to Oxford , and there they conferred on him the Hon . D.C.L. degree . In 1874 he ...
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... hand , One touch of fire , and all the rest is mystery ! - The pleasant books , that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places , And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces ...
... hand , One touch of fire , and all the rest is mystery ! - The pleasant books , that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places , And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces ...
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... hands seemed there— Like one in prayer I stood . And wherever he turns divine whispers reach his unspoiled heart , and his words flow forth with the gentle grace and simplicity of a child's prayer : Wondrous truths , and manifold as ...
... hands seemed there— Like one in prayer I stood . And wherever he turns divine whispers reach his unspoiled heart , and his words flow forth with the gentle grace and simplicity of a child's prayer : Wondrous truths , and manifold as ...
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... hands , where theirs have ceased from their labours ; Thousands of weary feet , where theirs have completed their journey ! And whether he touches on the passing away of a little child in the first dawn of life , or a young man or woman ...
... hands , where theirs have ceased from their labours ; Thousands of weary feet , where theirs have completed their journey ! And whether he touches on the passing away of a little child in the first dawn of life , or a young man or woman ...
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... hands so meekly , Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous , Who unto my youth was given ... hand in mine . And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes , - Like the stars , so still and saint ...
... hands so meekly , Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous , Who unto my youth was given ... hand in mine . And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes , - Like the stars , so still and saint ...
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Сторінка 248 - Earth has not anything to show more fair ! Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty. This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning : silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples, lie Open unto the fields and to the sky, All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Сторінка 21 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Сторінка 18 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Сторінка 274 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Сторінка 16 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Сторінка 275 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Сторінка 237 - 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.
Сторінка 269 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Сторінка 267 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Сторінка 251 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.