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... eternal piled ; Yet the mother loves her child . Next on lonely Labrador , Let me hear the snow - falls roar , Devastating all before . But a brighter vision breaks O'er Canadian woods and lakes ; -These my spirit soon forsakes . Land ...
... eternal piled ; Yet the mother loves her child . Next on lonely Labrador , Let me hear the snow - falls roar , Devastating all before . But a brighter vision breaks O'er Canadian woods and lakes ; -These my spirit soon forsakes . Land ...
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... eternal breaks- The new immortal wakes , Wakes with his God . MRS . SOUTHEY . POETICAL PORTRAITS . SHAKSPERE . HIS was the wizard spell , The spirit to enchain : His grasp o'er Nature fell , Creation owned his reign . MILTON . His ...
... eternal breaks- The new immortal wakes , Wakes with his God . MRS . SOUTHEY . POETICAL PORTRAITS . SHAKSPERE . HIS was the wizard spell , The spirit to enchain : His grasp o'er Nature fell , Creation owned his reign . MILTON . His ...
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... eternal SABBATH DAY ! THE SABBATH EVE . SABBATH hours ! they come and go Like the summer streamlet's flow , Bringing to the waste relief , Beautiful , but oh ! too brief ; Sparkling in the golden ray , Iris - coloured , then away ! Yet ...
... eternal SABBATH DAY ! THE SABBATH EVE . SABBATH hours ! they come and go Like the summer streamlet's flow , Bringing to the waste relief , Beautiful , but oh ! too brief ; Sparkling in the golden ray , Iris - coloured , then away ! Yet ...
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... eternal scrolls , the story Of each little moment flown ; Every deed , and word , and thought Through the whole creation wrought . Were the volume of a minute Thus to mortal sight unroll'd , More of sin and sorrow in it , More of man ...
... eternal scrolls , the story Of each little moment flown ; Every deed , and word , and thought Through the whole creation wrought . Were the volume of a minute Thus to mortal sight unroll'd , More of sin and sorrow in it , More of man ...
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... eternal , And wrought as a servant , and wept as a man . " Let there be light ! " from Gethsemane springing , From Golgotha's darkness , from Calvary's tomb , Joy , joy unto mortals , good angels are singing ; The Shiloh has triumph'd ...
... eternal , And wrought as a servant , and wept as a man . " Let there be light ! " from Gethsemane springing , From Golgotha's darkness , from Calvary's tomb , Joy , joy unto mortals , good angels are singing ; The Shiloh has triumph'd ...
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.