Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... Mother , oh ! where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it , and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows , And the fire - flies glance through the myrtle boughs ? Not there , not there , my child ! Is it where ...
... Mother , oh ! where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it , and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows , And the fire - flies glance through the myrtle boughs ? Not there , not there , my child ! Is it where ...
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... mother risen , shall watch to see If all her children , rising thence , Come forth , with Christ the Lord to be ! Is there a grave that will not rend ? A dear one left , who rises not ? How will her eyes in anguish send Their lingering ...
... mother risen , shall watch to see If all her children , rising thence , Come forth , with Christ the Lord to be ! Is there a grave that will not rend ? A dear one left , who rises not ? How will her eyes in anguish send Their lingering ...
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... mother , daughter , wife , Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ! In the clear heaven of her delightful eye , An angel - guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet , And fire - side pleasures gambol ...
... mother , daughter , wife , Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ! In the clear heaven of her delightful eye , An angel - guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet , And fire - side pleasures gambol ...
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... 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 of exiled Liberty , Where ...
... 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 of exiled Liberty , Where ...
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... mother sweet , Whose every look is with love replete , Who held me an infant on her knee , And hath ever been a friend to me ; And yet I have heard my mother say , That 58.
... mother sweet , Whose every look is with love replete , Who held me an infant on her knee , And hath ever been a friend to me ; And yet I have heard my mother say , That 58.
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.