Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religionL.B. Seeley and Son, 1825 - 160 páginas |
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... Beneath the stroke of heav'n's avenging ire ; Or , Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or , rapt Isaiah's wild , seraphic fire ; Or , other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre . Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme , How ...
... Beneath the stroke of heav'n's avenging ire ; Or , Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or , rapt Isaiah's wild , seraphic fire ; Or , other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre . Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme , How ...
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... Beneath thy forming hand ; Before this ponderous Globe itself Arose at thy command ; That pow'r which raised , and still upholds This universal frame , From countless unbeginning time , Was ever still the same . Those mighty periods of ...
... Beneath thy forming hand ; Before this ponderous Globe itself Arose at thy command ; That pow'r which raised , and still upholds This universal frame , From countless unbeginning time , Was ever still the same . Those mighty periods of ...
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... beneath that flood , Lose all their guilty stains . The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I , as vile as he , Wash all my sins away . Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r ...
... beneath that flood , Lose all their guilty stains . The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I , as vile as he , Wash all my sins away . Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r ...
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... beneath , or heav'n above , I have no other store ; And though with fervent suit I pray , And importune thee night and day , I ask thee nothing more . My hours , with undiminish'd force And speed , pursue their destin'd course Obedient ...
... beneath , or heav'n above , I have no other store ; And though with fervent suit I pray , And importune thee night and day , I ask thee nothing more . My hours , with undiminish'd force And speed , pursue their destin'd course Obedient ...
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... Beneath it's surface lies ? Mute , mute is all O'er beauty's fall ; Her praise resounds no more , when mantled in her pall . The most belov'd on earth Not long survives to - day ; So music past is obsolete , And yet ' twas sweet ...
... Beneath it's surface lies ? Mute , mute is all O'er beauty's fall ; Her praise resounds no more , when mantled in her pall . The most belov'd on earth Not long survives to - day ; So music past is obsolete , And yet ' twas sweet ...
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Select Poetry: Chiefly on Subjects Connected with Religion (Classic Reprint) UNKNOWN. AUTHOR Pré-visualização indisponível - 2016 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Amalek angels Behold beneath bids bless'd blessing blest bliss blood bosom breast breath bright calm CAROLINE FRY Christ clouds dark death divine doom doth dread dust dying earth earthly eternal everlasting faith false earth Father fear feel fires on high glorious glory golden air grace grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour immortal Jesus knows life's light live Lord mar delights meek mercy night o'er pain peace praise prayer rapturous songs resign rest rise round sacred saints Saviour shade shalt shine sigh silent clock Sing skies sleep smiling solemn litany song sorrow soul spirit springs star star by star star of Bethlehem storm storms of passion sweet tears thee thine thou art thou didst thou hast throne tomb Twas vital spark voice weary weep where'er winds wings
Passagens conhecidas
Página 101 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Página 9 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,— How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Página 4 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What...
Página 56 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Página 20 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 105 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Página 40 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.
Página 61 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Página 131 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Página 155 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.