Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... THE LILY , AN EMBLEM OF CHRISTIAN HOPE . How wither'd , faded , seems the form Of yon obscure , unsightly root ! Yet from the blight of winter's storm It hides secure the precious root . The careless eye can find no grace , No beauty 41.
... THE LILY , AN EMBLEM OF CHRISTIAN HOPE . How wither'd , faded , seems the form Of yon obscure , unsightly root ! Yet from the blight of winter's storm It hides secure the precious root . The careless eye can find no grace , No beauty 41.
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A Collection of Religious Poetry. The careless eye can find no grace , No beauty in the scaly folds ; Nor see , within the dark embrace , What latent loveliness it holds . Yet in that bulb , those sapless scales , The lily wraps her ...
A Collection of Religious Poetry. The careless eye can find no grace , No beauty in the scaly folds ; Nor see , within the dark embrace , What latent loveliness it holds . Yet in that bulb , those sapless scales , The lily wraps her ...
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... urged the favorite theme . " I envy not the beauty's flatter'd form , And all the attractions of exterior grace , If I must with them take the pride of heart , The vanity that follows where they are ; For sure 47 Humility,
... urged the favorite theme . " I envy not the beauty's flatter'd form , And all the attractions of exterior grace , If I must with them take the pride of heart , The vanity that follows where they are ; For sure 47 Humility,
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... beauty she had something known , She might remember when her folly prized Above its worth the transitory good . ' T is certain , that the rising blush betray'd , Her self - convicted bosom could not boast The virtue each had challenged ...
... beauty she had something known , She might remember when her folly prized Above its worth the transitory good . ' T is certain , that the rising blush betray'd , Her self - convicted bosom could not boast The virtue each had challenged ...
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... beauty on the whispering sea , Give aye to me some lineament Of what I have been taught to be . My heart is harder , and perhaps My manliness hath drunk up tears , And there's a mildew in the lapse Of a few 52 N P Willis.
... beauty on the whispering sea , Give aye to me some lineament Of what I have been taught to be . My heart is harder , and perhaps My manliness hath drunk up tears , And there's a mildew in the lapse Of a few 52 N P Willis.
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87 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
191 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant, And all for love and nothing for reward, O why should heavenly God to men have such regard *." This agrees with what is recorded of St.
274 ÆäÀÌÁö - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.