A Garland of PoetryA. Holroyd, 1873 - 198 páginas |
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... shine to - morrow . And thus in peace or strife , Keep onward aye and ever ; Ye shall gain the goal of life , - Ye shall gain it like the river . HENRY RIGG JENNINGS . OUR ENGLISH QUEEN . FROM A PICTURE BY WINTERHALTER . 5.
... shine to - morrow . And thus in peace or strife , Keep onward aye and ever ; Ye shall gain the goal of life , - Ye shall gain it like the river . HENRY RIGG JENNINGS . OUR ENGLISH QUEEN . FROM A PICTURE BY WINTERHALTER . 5.
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... Low in the ground , The soul , of origin divine , God's glorious image , freed from clay , In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire , THE EMIGRANTS TO THE BERMUDAS . ( HERE the remote.
... Low in the ground , The soul , of origin divine , God's glorious image , freed from clay , In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire , THE EMIGRANTS TO THE BERMUDAS . ( HERE the remote.
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... shine , And faith shines equal , arming me from fear . O God , within my breast , Almighty , ever - present Deity ! Life that in me has rest , As I , -undying Life , — have power in thee . Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's ...
... shine , And faith shines equal , arming me from fear . O God , within my breast , Almighty , ever - present Deity ! Life that in me has rest , As I , -undying Life , — have power in thee . Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's ...
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... shine , Who's sent ta this ? awm fain ta see Thee , get a Voluntine . " " A Voluntine , " hoo said , " Who'll send A Voluntine to me ? Aw think they're wrang i ' they're top lock , To day awm fifty three , " An neaw to hev a voluntine ...
... shine , Who's sent ta this ? awm fain ta see Thee , get a Voluntine . " " A Voluntine , " hoo said , " Who'll send A Voluntine to me ? Aw think they're wrang i ' they're top lock , To day awm fifty three , " An neaw to hev a voluntine ...
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... shine an ' luik reyt spiff ; We's hev all tidy'd in a whiff ; Cum , lasses , frame an ' fettle . Wer Sunda booits aw've put away : Aw ' clean'd all t ' pans at nooinin'- Dew put them spooins , lad , on tut tray— Aw'll dew no mooar , be ...
... shine an ' luik reyt spiff ; We's hev all tidy'd in a whiff ; Cum , lasses , frame an ' fettle . Wer Sunda booits aw've put away : Aw ' clean'd all t ' pans at nooinin'- Dew put them spooins , lad , on tut tray— Aw'll dew no mooar , be ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ANDREW MARVELL BARNABE BARNES Barnsley beauty beneath bilberry birds bless blest bliss bloom born Bradford breast bright brow CHARLOTTE BRONTE cheer dark dear death deep delight doth dream e'er earth eternal eyes fair flowers gentle GEORGE SANDYS gloamin golden grave green happy hast hath heart heaven hills hope John Nicholson Keighley Kirkley hall lass Leeds life's light live lone Lord Mary mild ale milkin-time morning muse ne'er neath never night o'er peace poems poor praise prayer REGINALD HEBER rest rill ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH Saltaire shade shine shoo sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stream sweet tears Tha'rt thee thine Thomas THOMAS WARTON thou art thoughts tree vale voice wandered weary weep wesh wild winds wings woods Yorkshire youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 11 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Página 24 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life — that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in thee...
Página 115 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Página 10 - While all the flowers and trees do close To weave the garlands of repose! Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Página 21 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice. With cedars chosen by His hand From Lebanon He stores the land; And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore.
Página 182 - From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of GOD are strewn ; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Página 182 - Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.
Página 182 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Página 21 - What should we do but sing His praise That led us through the watery maze Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own? Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks That lift the deep upon their backs, He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storms' and prelates
Página 182 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.