Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... Bell Love to the House of God Pleasures Evanescent Life in Earnest Necessity of Watchfulness against Idols The New Year Morning 18 Happiness 14 Lines suggested by attending a 19 Dr. Doddridge on his Motto , " Dum 20 vivimus vivamus ...
... Bell Love to the House of God Pleasures Evanescent Life in Earnest Necessity of Watchfulness against Idols The New Year Morning 18 Happiness 14 Lines suggested by attending a 19 Dr. Doddridge on his Motto , " Dum 20 vivimus vivamus ...
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... BELL . THE sabbath bell ! How solemnly It summons us to prayer , Bidding us from the world to flee , And to God's house repair . The sabbath bell ! How boomingly It fills the vaulted sky ; Telling each idler on the lea That thoughtless ...
... BELL . THE sabbath bell ! How solemnly It summons us to prayer , Bidding us from the world to flee , And to God's house repair . The sabbath bell ! How boomingly It fills the vaulted sky ; Telling each idler on the lea That thoughtless ...
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... bell once more . For thee whose thoughts unceasingly On this soft music dwell , Trust in the Lord , and soon to thee Will ring heaven's Sabbath Bell . A. PATERSON . SUNDAYS observe , think when the bells do chime , ' Tis angel's music ...
... bell once more . For thee whose thoughts unceasingly On this soft music dwell , Trust in the Lord , and soon to thee Will ring heaven's Sabbath Bell . A. PATERSON . SUNDAYS observe , think when the bells do chime , ' Tis angel's music ...
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... bell doth toll , Yet an immortal soul Is passing now . Stranger however great , With lowly reverence bow ; There's one in that poor shed , One by that poor bed , Greater than thou . Beneath that beggar's roof , Lo ! Death doth keep his ...
... bell doth toll , Yet an immortal soul Is passing now . Stranger however great , With lowly reverence bow ; There's one in that poor shed , One by that poor bed , Greater than thou . Beneath that beggar's roof , Lo ! Death doth keep his ...
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... bell strikes one . We take no note of time , But from its loss . To give it then a tongue Is wise in man . As if an angel spoke , I feel the solemn sound . If heard aright It is the knell of my departed hours . Where are they ? With the ...
... bell strikes one . We take no note of time , But from its loss . To give it then a tongue Is wise in man . As if an angel spoke , I feel the solemn sound . If heard aright It is the knell of my departed hours . Where are they ? With the ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
Passagens conhecidas
Página 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Página 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Página 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.