Fugitive poetry, 1600-1878, compiled and ed. by J.C. HutchiesonJ C Hutchieson 1878 |
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... Sweet Rest . 57 The Two Dedications 21 The Vaudois Missionary 71 67 The Beacon 30 The World we have not Seen 56 The Body and the Soul 56 There is a Tongue in every Leaf 64 · The Bright and Morning Star . 42 Those Eternal Bowers 32 The ...
... Sweet Rest . 57 The Two Dedications 21 The Vaudois Missionary 71 67 The Beacon 30 The World we have not Seen 56 The Body and the Soul 56 There is a Tongue in every Leaf 64 · The Bright and Morning Star . 42 Those Eternal Bowers 32 The ...
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... sweet solaces of daily life ; proofs and results of im- mortality ; trees yielding all fruits , whose leaves are for the healing of the nations ! groves of knowledge , where all may eat , nor fear a flaming sword ; gentle comrades ...
... sweet solaces of daily life ; proofs and results of im- mortality ; trees yielding all fruits , whose leaves are for the healing of the nations ! groves of knowledge , where all may eat , nor fear a flaming sword ; gentle comrades ...
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... sweet varied music " is unworthy of the Royal honour ? While we have passed in review before us names familiar to us , and cherished in our memories , we have omitted many sweet singers worthy of notice . From an article on " The Poetry ...
... sweet varied music " is unworthy of the Royal honour ? While we have passed in review before us names familiar to us , and cherished in our memories , we have omitted many sweet singers worthy of notice . From an article on " The Poetry ...
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... sweet COWPER . The tones of earthly harp , whose chords are touch'd By the soft hand of Piety -- and hung Upon religion's shrine . WILSON'S Isle of Palms . Ir is no trifling good to win the ear of children with verses which foster in ...
... sweet COWPER . The tones of earthly harp , whose chords are touch'd By the soft hand of Piety -- and hung Upon religion's shrine . WILSON'S Isle of Palms . Ir is no trifling good to win the ear of children with verses which foster in ...
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... sweet as breath of even ; A couch for weary mortals spread , Where they may rest the aching head , And find repose - in heaven ! There is a home for weary souls , By sin and sorrow driven ; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals ...
... sweet as breath of even ; A couch for weary mortals spread , Where they may rest the aching head , And find repose - in heaven ! There is a home for weary souls , By sin and sorrow driven ; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals ...
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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...