Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288페이지 |
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... trembling gold ; If to my soul one note were given Of that high harp , whose sweeter tone Caught its majestic strain from heaven , And glowed like fire round Israel's throne ; Up to the deep blue starry sky Then might my 23 W Scott.
... trembling gold ; If to my soul one note were given Of that high harp , whose sweeter tone Caught its majestic strain from heaven , And glowed like fire round Israel's throne ; Up to the deep blue starry sky Then might my 23 W Scott.
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... And now they look cold as death ! Oh ! often and often have I escaped From the stir of the noisy crowd , And a thousand fanciful visions shaped On the face of a passing cloud . The clouds ! the clouds ! round the sun at 25 A Browne.
... And now they look cold as death ! Oh ! often and often have I escaped From the stir of the noisy crowd , And a thousand fanciful visions shaped On the face of a passing cloud . The clouds ! the clouds ! round the sun at 25 A Browne.
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A Collection of Religious Poetry. The clouds ! the clouds ! round the sun at night , They come like a band of slaves , They are only bright in their master's light , And each in his glory laves . Oh ! they are lovely , lovely then , When ...
A Collection of Religious Poetry. The clouds ! the clouds ! round the sun at night , They come like a band of slaves , They are only bright in their master's light , And each in his glory laves . Oh ! they are lovely , lovely then , When ...
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... is love . THE POOR DEBTOR . Look on him - through his dungeon grate , Feebly and cold , the morning light Comes stealing round him , dim and late , As if it loathed the sight . Reclining on his strawy bed , His hand upholds his 27.
... is love . THE POOR DEBTOR . Look on him - through his dungeon grate , Feebly and cold , the morning light Comes stealing round him , dim and late , As if it loathed the sight . Reclining on his strawy bed , His hand upholds his 27.
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... round , and called him out To revel in its light , he turned away , And sought his chamber , to lie down and die . ' T was night ; he summoned his accustomed friends , And in this wise bestowed his last requests : — " Mother , I'm dying ...
... round , and called him out To revel in its light , he turned away , And sought his chamber , to lie down and die . ' T was night ; he summoned his accustomed friends , And in this wise bestowed his last requests : — " Mother , I'm dying ...
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amaranthine angels beams beauty beneath bids bless bless'd blessed band bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm clouds coral strand dark death divine dust earth earthly eternal fade fair Father fear feel fire flower friends gloom glorious glorious burden glory glow grace grave grief harp hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN Israel life's light lonely Lord lyre mercy morning mortal mother mourn murderous ball ne'er never night o'er pale peace Polish sabres praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath Savior scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile smiling bands song soothe sorrow soul sound spheres spirit spring star Star of Bethlehem storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne thundering bands tomb tread vale voice wakes wandering wave weep winds wings youth
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87 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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.