Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... That heaven , that lasting dwelling place , Seems nothing in our eyes ! The words of sorrow and of bliss We disregard , compared with this ! LORD , what is life ? —If spent with thee 12 What is Life? Saturday Evening.
... That heaven , that lasting dwelling place , Seems nothing in our eyes ! The words of sorrow and of bliss We disregard , compared with this ! LORD , what is life ? —If spent with thee 12 What is Life? Saturday Evening.
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... bliss secures , Everlasting glory gives . T. CHALLIS . HOME . THERE is a land , of every land the pride , Belov'd by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light , And milder moons emparadise the night ...
... bliss secures , Everlasting glory gives . T. CHALLIS . HOME . THERE is a land , of every land the pride , Belov'd by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light , And milder moons emparadise the night ...
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... of celestial bliss . Delightful hour ! how soon will night Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign . And soon the morn's returning light Will call us to the world again ! Yet there will dawn , at last , a day 22 Sabbath Evening.
... of celestial bliss . Delightful hour ! how soon will night Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign . And soon the morn's returning light Will call us to the world again ! Yet there will dawn , at last , a day 22 Sabbath Evening.
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... bliss imparts . North and west , receding far From the evening's downward star , Now I mount Aurora's car , Pale Siberia's deserts shun , From Kamtschatka's headlands run , South and east , to meet the sun . Jealous China , strange ...
... bliss imparts . North and west , receding far From the evening's downward star , Now I mount Aurora's car , Pale Siberia's deserts shun , From Kamtschatka's headlands run , South and east , to meet the sun . Jealous China , strange ...
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... bliss must flow , And that dear hut - our home . Of rest was Noah's dove bereft , When , with impatient wing , she left That safe retreat , the ark , Giving her vain excursions o'er , The disappointed bird once more Explored the sacred ...
... bliss must flow , And that dear hut - our home . Of rest was Noah's dove bereft , When , with impatient wing , she left That safe retreat , the ark , Giving her vain excursions o'er , The disappointed bird once more Explored the sacred ...
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.