Golden gleanings, a selection from the poets devotional and moral1863 |
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... fair . Thus do we walk with her , and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives , Thinking that our remembrance , though unspoken , May reach her where she lives . Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild ...
... fair . Thus do we walk with her , and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives , Thinking that our remembrance , though unspoken , May reach her where she lives . Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild ...
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Golden gleanings. A Psalm of Life . But a fair maiden , in her Father's mansion , Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face . And though at times , impetuous with emotion And ...
Golden gleanings. A Psalm of Life . But a fair maiden , in her Father's mansion , Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face . And though at times , impetuous with emotion And ...
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... fair , And yet his chiefest comeliness is his sweet and serious air ; I know his heart is kind and fond , I know he loveth me , But loveth yet his mother more with grateful fervency . But that which others most admire is the thought ...
... fair , And yet his chiefest comeliness is his sweet and serious air ; I know his heart is kind and fond , I know he loveth me , But loveth yet his mother more with grateful fervency . But that which others most admire is the thought ...
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... fair his little features be ; How silver sweet those tones of his when he prattles on my knee ; I do not think his light - blue eye is like his brother's keen , Nor his brow so full of childish thought as his hath ever been : But his ...
... fair his little features be ; How silver sweet those tones of his when he prattles on my knee ; I do not think his light - blue eye is like his brother's keen , Nor his brow so full of childish thought as his hath ever been : But his ...
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... fair young bride ! Bring flowers , pale flowers , o'er the bier to shed , A crown for the brow of the early dead ! For this through its leaves hath the white rose burst , For this in the woods was the violet nursed ! Though they smile ...
... fair young bride ! Bring flowers , pale flowers , o'er the bier to shed , A crown for the brow of the early dead ! For this through its leaves hath the white rose burst , For this in the woods was the violet nursed ! Though they smile ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
angels beauty behold bless bliss breast breath bright bring brow cease child clouds cold dark dead death deep doth dread dream dust earth eternal eyes face fair fall Father fear feel fire flowers give glory God's gone grace grave grief hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold holy hope hour HYMN immortal John kind King land leave light live look Lord meet mind morning mother's nature never night o'er once pass peace poor praise prayer rest rise roll round shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thou art thought throne tomb voice wake walk waves weep wild winds wing young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 114 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Página 79 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
Página 39 - 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.
Página 50 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Página 121 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Página 75 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Página 77 - The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Página 7 - Try not the Pass !" the old man said ; ' ' Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Página 85 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
Página 73 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade...