Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religionL.B. Seeley and Son, 1825 - 160 páginas |
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... nature and of grace 97 The golden palace of my God .. 5 The grave is not a place of rest ........ 46 The last loud trumpets wondrous sound 119 The Lord our God is full of might 64 The Lord our God is Lord of all ... 65 The Lord will ...
... nature and of grace 97 The golden palace of my God .. 5 The grave is not a place of rest ........ 46 The last loud trumpets wondrous sound 119 The Lord our God is full of might 64 The Lord our God is Lord of all ... 65 The Lord will ...
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... nature , and though poor , perhaps , compar'd With those whose mansions glitter in his sight , Calls the delightful scenery all his own . His are the mountains , and the vallies his , And the resplendent rivers . His t'enjoy With a ...
... nature , and though poor , perhaps , compar'd With those whose mansions glitter in his sight , Calls the delightful scenery all his own . His are the mountains , and the vallies his , And the resplendent rivers . His t'enjoy With a ...
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... nature fit , Has little understanding and no wit , Receives no praise , but , though her lot be such ( Toilsome and indigent ) she renders much ; Just knows , and knows no more ; her Bible true— A truth the brilliant Frenchman never ...
... nature fit , Has little understanding and no wit , Receives no praise , but , though her lot be such ( Toilsome and indigent ) she renders much ; Just knows , and knows no more ; her Bible true— A truth the brilliant Frenchman never ...
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... nature has her mossy velvet spread , With unshod feet they yet securely tread , Admonish'd , scorn the caution and the friend Bent all on pleasure , heedless of its end . But he , who knew what human hearts would prove , How slow to ...
... nature has her mossy velvet spread , With unshod feet they yet securely tread , Admonish'd , scorn the caution and the friend Bent all on pleasure , heedless of its end . But he , who knew what human hearts would prove , How slow to ...
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... nature , ever weak , will shrink From the afflictive stroke ; But faith disclaims the hasty plaint Impatient nature spoke . His grateful bosom quickly learns Its sorrow to disown ; Yields to His pleasure , and forgets The choice was not ...
... nature , ever weak , will shrink From the afflictive stroke ; But faith disclaims the hasty plaint Impatient nature spoke . His grateful bosom quickly learns Its sorrow to disown ; Yields to His pleasure , and forgets The choice was not ...
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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.