Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 6±Ç1859 |
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... holy breath o ' heaven That sang the evening psalm . There's naught but dust now mine , lassie , There's naught but dust now mine ; My soul's wi ' thee i ' the cauld grave , An ' why should I stay behin ' ! TO A DAISY ON THE GRAVE OF A ...
... holy breath o ' heaven That sang the evening psalm . There's naught but dust now mine , lassie , There's naught but dust now mine ; My soul's wi ' thee i ' the cauld grave , An ' why should I stay behin ' ! TO A DAISY ON THE GRAVE OF A ...
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... Holy - holy - holy ! Praise- Praise be His in every land ; Safety in His presence stays— Sacred is His high command ! THE CHURCH OF ST . LAWRENCE IN THE ISLE OF 20 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... Holy - holy - holy ! Praise- Praise be His in every land ; Safety in His presence stays— Sacred is His high command ! THE CHURCH OF ST . LAWRENCE IN THE ISLE OF 20 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
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... holy beauty all is calm : O kneel , and raise a grateful psalm , — God gave in love for these . The main below , the heavens above , Speak not of God more plain than thou ; Around thee breathes a voice of love , And humble strength is ...
... holy beauty all is calm : O kneel , and raise a grateful psalm , — God gave in love for these . The main below , the heavens above , Speak not of God more plain than thou ; Around thee breathes a voice of love , And humble strength is ...
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... holy Death is kinder ? TO MY INFANT . By ALARIC A. WATTS . WELCOME ! thrice welcome to my heart , sweet harbinger of bliss ! How have I look'd , till hope grew sick , for moment bright as this ; Thou hast flash'd upon my aching sight ...
... holy Death is kinder ? TO MY INFANT . By ALARIC A. WATTS . WELCOME ! thrice welcome to my heart , sweet harbinger of bliss ! How have I look'd , till hope grew sick , for moment bright as this ; Thou hast flash'd upon my aching sight ...
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... holy wonder season my access , And by degrees approach the sanctuary Of unmatch'd beauty , set in grace and goodness . Amongst the daughters of men I have not found A more Catholical aspect . That eye Doth promise single life , and meek ...
... holy wonder season my access , And by degrees approach the sanctuary Of unmatch'd beauty , set in grace and goodness . Amongst the daughters of men I have not found A more Catholical aspect . That eye Doth promise single life , and meek ...
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51 ÆäÀÌÁö - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
344 ÆäÀÌÁö - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
319 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
347 ÆäÀÌÁö - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
362 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.