Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious KindOtis, Broaders, 1839 - 288 páginas |
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... hand . " But O ! what mortal tongue shall sing Thy wondrous love ? Death could not with his threaten'd sting Thy purpose move : Conqueror of death , and pledge of life to rise , Joy of the earth , and heir of subject skies . Shepherd ...
... hand . " But O ! what mortal tongue shall sing Thy wondrous love ? Death could not with his threaten'd sting Thy purpose move : Conqueror of death , and pledge of life to rise , Joy of the earth , and heir of subject skies . Shepherd ...
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... hand in its father's press'd , Shall learn that she who first caress'd Its infant cheek now sleeps below . And often shall he come alone When not a sound but evening's sigh Is heard , and , bowing by the stone 1 That bears his mother's ...
... hand in its father's press'd , Shall learn that she who first caress'd Its infant cheek now sleeps below . And often shall he come alone When not a sound but evening's sigh Is heard , and , bowing by the stone 1 That bears his mother's ...
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... his dungeon grate , Feebly and cold , the morning light Comes stealing round him , dim and late , As if it loathed the sight . Reclining on his strawy bed , His hand upholds his 27 +God is Love, Anonymous †The Poor Debtor, J G Whittier.
... his dungeon grate , Feebly and cold , the morning light Comes stealing round him , dim and late , As if it loathed the sight . Reclining on his strawy bed , His hand upholds his 27 +God is Love, Anonymous †The Poor Debtor, J G Whittier.
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... hand upholds his drooping head ; His bloodless cheek is seamed and hard , Unshorn his gray , neglected beard ; And o ... hands with gore ? Not so ; his crime's a fouler one : GOD MADE THE OLD MAN POOR ! For this he shares a felon's cell ...
... hand upholds his drooping head ; His bloodless cheek is seamed and hard , Unshorn his gray , neglected beard ; And o ... hands with gore ? Not so ; his crime's a fouler one : GOD MADE THE OLD MAN POOR ! For this he shares a felon's cell ...
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... hand . LINES ON PASSING THE GRAVE OF MY SISTER . ON yonder shore , on yonder shore , Now verdant with the depth of shade , Beneath the white - armed sycamore , There is a little infant laid . Forgive this tear - a brother weeps— ' Tis ...
... hand . LINES ON PASSING THE GRAVE OF MY SISTER . ON yonder shore , on yonder shore , Now verdant with the depth of shade , Beneath the white - armed sycamore , There is a little infant laid . Forgive this tear - a brother weeps— ' Tis ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amaranthine angels ATHEISM beams beauty beneath Bernard Barton bids bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright brow calm Caroline Fry child clouds cold dark death DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dust earth earthly Edmeston Emily Taylor eternal fade fair faith fear feel fire flowers gloom glorious glory glow grace grave grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly Herbert Knowles holy hope hour HYMN Israel life's light lonely Lord lyre mercy mighty mighty hand morn mortal mourn ne'er never night o'er pale peace praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath sacred Savior scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile song soothe sorrow soul sound sphere spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne tomb tongue tread vale voice wakes wandering wave weep wind wings youth
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Página 275 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 274 - 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. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Página 202 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Página 113 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
Página 205 - With priest's and warrior's voice between, No portents now our foes' amaze — Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own. But, present, still though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day! Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And O, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night.
Página 176 - O'er mountain, tower, and town. Or, mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the. eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Página 279 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee.
Página 167 - To heaven he led his followers' way ; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home ; Come, all ye weary ones, and rest.
Página 81 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
Página 275 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honor to the world's great Author rise...