Beauties of Modern British Poetry: Systematically Arranged ...Nelson, 1865 - 416ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Thine altar , sacred Liberty , should stand , Built by no mercenary , vulgar hand , With fragrant turf , and flowers as wild and fair As ever dressed a bank ,, or scented summer air ! Duly , as ever on the mountains ' height The peep of ...
... Thine altar , sacred Liberty , should stand , Built by no mercenary , vulgar hand , With fragrant turf , and flowers as wild and fair As ever dressed a bank ,, or scented summer air ! Duly , as ever on the mountains ' height The peep of ...
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... thine , But His who gave thee , and preserves thee mine . COWPER . LIBERTY . HALL Britain , where the soul of freedom reigns , Forge chains for others she herself disdains ? Forbid it , Heaven ! Oh , let the nations know The liberty she ...
... thine , But His who gave thee , and preserves thee mine . COWPER . LIBERTY . HALL Britain , where the soul of freedom reigns , Forge chains for others she herself disdains ? Forbid it , Heaven ! Oh , let the nations know The liberty she ...
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... thine ; Its deep exhaustless fountain thou ! Lo ! at thy mercy - seat we bow— With conscious need thy grace implore ; Give faith , give hope — yea , give us more The bond of all that leads to thee , Heaven's imaged virtue - charity ...
... thine ; Its deep exhaustless fountain thou ! Lo ! at thy mercy - seat we bow— With conscious need thy grace implore ; Give faith , give hope — yea , give us more The bond of all that leads to thee , Heaven's imaged virtue - charity ...
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... thine By Him recalled to breath , Who captive led captivity , - Who robbed the grave of victory , And took the sting from death . CAMPBELL . FIGURE OF MERCY WITH THE BIBLE . HIS Book , 40 Beauties of Modern British Poetry . Beattie ...
... thine By Him recalled to breath , Who captive led captivity , - Who robbed the grave of victory , And took the sting from death . CAMPBELL . FIGURE OF MERCY WITH THE BIBLE . HIS Book , 40 Beauties of Modern British Poetry . Beattie ...
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... thine aid ; Star of the East , the horizon adorning , Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Cold on His cradle the dew - drops are shining , Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining ...
... thine aid ; Star of the East , the horizon adorning , Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Cold on His cradle the dew - drops are shining , Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining ...
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art thou beam beauty behold beneath birds blessed blest bliss bloom bower breast breath breeze bright brow burning calm clouds dark death deep delight Dobok dream earth eternal fair farewell feel flowers gaze glad song Glen Etive gloom glorious glory glow grave green guardian rocks happy hath heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour hues immortal JOANNA BAILLIE land light Loch Eribol Lord lyre MONT BLANC moon morning mortal Mother's Love mountains nature's ne'er night o'er peace POLLOK praise prayer rapture rest rill rise rocks roll rose round seraph shade shadow shine sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars stream sunny brow sweet Sweet oblivion tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild winds wings
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253 ÆäÀÌÁö - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
290 ÆäÀÌÁö - THESE as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields : the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes Thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
158 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death — • He enters heaven with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
222 ÆäÀÌÁö - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learned the language of another world.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
284 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?