Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288 стор. |
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... Stars , Hymn from Psalm cxlviii . , Address to the Stars , Destruction of Jerusalem , . † Song of the Stars , Byron . 132 Id . 133 . J. Bowring . 134– Edmeston . 135 Beattie . 137 Moore . 139 Monthly Repository . 139 Ogilvie . 141 New ...
... Stars , Hymn from Psalm cxlviii . , Address to the Stars , Destruction of Jerusalem , . † Song of the Stars , Byron . 132 Id . 133 . J. Bowring . 134– Edmeston . 135 Beattie . 137 Moore . 139 Monthly Repository . 139 Ogilvie . 141 New ...
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... stars , that sung ere morning's birth , Filled the blue vault of night With heavenly music : -earthly ears Not often catch the hymn ; It was " the music of the spheres , " The song of seraphim . But there were those , in Judah's land ...
... stars , that sung ere morning's birth , Filled the blue vault of night With heavenly music : -earthly ears Not often catch the hymn ; It was " the music of the spheres , " The song of seraphim . But there were those , in Judah's land ...
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... jars That prison's cold and gloomy wall , And through its grates the stripes and stars Rise on the wind and fall— Think ye that prisoner's aged ear Rejoices in the general cheer ? Think ye his dim and failing eye Is kindled at 29.
... jars That prison's cold and gloomy wall , And through its grates the stripes and stars Rise on the wind and fall— Think ye that prisoner's aged ear Rejoices in the general cheer ? Think ye his dim and failing eye Is kindled at 29.
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... stars to set ; -but all , Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own , O Death ! Day is for mortal care , Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth , Night for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer ; — But all for thee , thou mightiest ...
... stars to set ; -but all , Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own , O Death ! Day is for mortal care , Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth , Night for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer ; — But all for thee , thou mightiest ...
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... stars to set ; -but all , Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own , O Death ! We know when moons shall wane , When summer birds from far shall cross the sea , When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain ; But who shall teach us when to ...
... stars to set ; -but all , Thou hast ALL seasons for thine own , O Death ! We know when moons shall wane , When summer birds from far shall cross the sea , When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain ; But who shall teach us when to ...
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Сторінка 186 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Сторінка 267 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing.
Сторінка 87 - Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best • His state Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest : They also serve who only stand and wait.
Сторінка 138 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
Сторінка 265 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Сторінка 171 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Сторінка 262 - In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Сторінка 265 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee.
Сторінка 203 - But present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! 101 Our harps we left by Babel's...
Сторінка 36 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set -but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...