The jewel, sacred, domestic, narrative and lyrical poems selected from eminent authors by T. Sloper1839 |
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... burnt before thee on thy way . But thee , a soft and naked child , Thy mother , undefiled , In the rude manger laid to rest From off her virgin breast . The heav'ns were not commanded to prepare A gorgeous canopy SACRED POEMS .
... burnt before thee on thy way . But thee , a soft and naked child , Thy mother , undefiled , In the rude manger laid to rest From off her virgin breast . The heav'ns were not commanded to prepare A gorgeous canopy SACRED POEMS .
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... and dead ! The infant lies cold at its mother's breast , She had kiss'd him alive as she sank to rest , She awakens - his life hath fled ! And shrieks from the palace - chambers break— Their inmates SACRED POEMS . 13.
... and dead ! The infant lies cold at its mother's breast , She had kiss'd him alive as she sank to rest , She awakens - his life hath fled ! And shrieks from the palace - chambers break— Their inmates SACRED POEMS . 13.
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... breast with hope and gratitude to fill- His love to seek shall I transgress thy laws ? Reveal thy will ! THE SONG OF BOAZ TO RUTH . DAMSEL , thou hast so nobly trod the path Of peril and good works - so meekly sought To be the handmaid ...
... breast with hope and gratitude to fill- His love to seek shall I transgress thy laws ? Reveal thy will ! THE SONG OF BOAZ TO RUTH . DAMSEL , thou hast so nobly trod the path Of peril and good works - so meekly sought To be the handmaid ...
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... calls us home . years Like children for some bauble fair That weep themselves to rest ; We part with life - awake ! and there The jewel in our breast ! PROFESSOR WILSON . POOR MAN'S HYMN . As much have I of worldly 28 SACRED POEMS .
... calls us home . years Like children for some bauble fair That weep themselves to rest ; We part with life - awake ! and there The jewel in our breast ! PROFESSOR WILSON . POOR MAN'S HYMN . As much have I of worldly 28 SACRED POEMS .
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... breast , The curtain of repose : Stretch the tir'd limbs and lay the head Upon our own delightful bed . Night is the time for dreams- The gay romance of life , When truth that is , and truth that seems , Blend in fantastic strife . Ah ...
... breast , The curtain of repose : Stretch the tir'd limbs and lay the head Upon our own delightful bed . Night is the time for dreams- The gay romance of life , When truth that is , and truth that seems , Blend in fantastic strife . Ah ...
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207 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.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. " To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, child, to light Your mother through the snow.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber.
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove...
232 ÆäÀÌÁö - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
98 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Blackbird in the summer trees, The Lark upon the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. " With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free...
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.