Fugitive poetry, 1600-1878, compiled and ed. by J.C. HutchiesonJ C Hutchieson 1878 |
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... gone Before 73 • Sinners Gracious Invitation to Perishing • Guardian Angels . Hagar and Ishmael Hide Me under the Shadow of Thy Wings Hymn Hymn for Saturday Evening Hymn to Virtue " I am the Way , and the Truth , and the Life " " I will ...
... gone Before 73 • Sinners Gracious Invitation to Perishing • Guardian Angels . Hagar and Ishmael Hide Me under the Shadow of Thy Wings Hymn Hymn for Saturday Evening Hymn to Virtue " I am the Way , and the Truth , and the Life " " I will ...
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... gone into all lands , and their words to the end of the world . " When we look at the shelves of our libraries , we are led to exclaim with Tupper , “ Oh , books ! ye monuments of mind ; concrete wisdom of the wisest ; sweet solaces of ...
... gone into all lands , and their words to the end of the world . " When we look at the shelves of our libraries , we are led to exclaim with Tupper , “ Oh , books ! ye monuments of mind ; concrete wisdom of the wisest ; sweet solaces of ...
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... gone , " We're better , wiser , greater grown In latter days . E'en long ere Anglo - Saxon times Rejoiced in me , I sang my rhymes , And , wandering in many climes , Did fame acquire ; Ere Hesiod or Homer sung , Ere Sophocles or Sappho ...
... gone , " We're better , wiser , greater grown In latter days . E'en long ere Anglo - Saxon times Rejoiced in me , I sang my rhymes , And , wandering in many climes , Did fame acquire ; Ere Hesiod or Homer sung , Ere Sophocles or Sappho ...
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... gone . The passing scenes all tell us That death will surely come , These bodies soon will moulder , In th ' dark and weary tomb . There is sweet rest in heaven , There is sweet rest in heaven . Loved ones have gone before us , They ...
... gone . The passing scenes all tell us That death will surely come , These bodies soon will moulder , In th ' dark and weary tomb . There is sweet rest in heaven , There is sweet rest in heaven . Loved ones have gone before us , They ...
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... gone , The evening shades appear ; Oh , may we all remember well , The night of death draws near . We lay our garments by , Upon our beds to rest ; So death will soon disrobe us all Of what we here possess . Lord , keep us safe this ...
... gone , The evening shades appear ; Oh , may we all remember well , The night of death draws near . We lay our garments by , Upon our beds to rest ; So death will soon disrobe us all Of what we here possess . Lord , keep us safe this ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
auld Bad Company bawbee beam beauty bird bless bloom bonnie bowers breast breath bright British grenadiers brow canna cheer child cold cried dance dark dear death deep dreams earth evermore eyes fair fame father fear fireside flowers fools frae friends gaze glory hame hast hath heart heaven Highland laddie hope hour JOHNNY SANDS King lady land light live Lizzie Lindsay lone look Lord maun merry morning mother ne'er neath never night o'er parcel of rogues pray Robin Adair rose round shine shore sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thought Tipperary Tom Long tree Twas VICAR OF BRAY voice wave ween weep wife wild wind wings young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 87 - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.
Página 180 - The frost looked forth, one still clear night, And whispered, " Now, I shall be out of sight; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain;— But I'll be as busy as they.
Página 38 - THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows; I see from far thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for thy repose. My heart is pained ; nor can it be At rest, till it find rest in thee.
Página 207 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter : There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea...
Página 152 - 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...
Página 152 - 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.
Página 48 - Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee ; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be ; Then for thyself in meekness, A blessing humbly claim, And link with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name.
Página 109 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Página 151 - One Spirit — his, Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows. Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivalled pencil.
Página 393 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon...