Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... stand The messengers of peace : " Salvation by the Lord's right hand ! " They shout , and never cease . THE SOLDIER'S FUNERAL . MORE . -AND the muffled drum roll'd on the air , Warriors with stately step were there ; On every arm was ...
... stand The messengers of peace : " Salvation by the Lord's right hand ! " They shout , and never cease . THE SOLDIER'S FUNERAL . MORE . -AND the muffled drum roll'd on the air , Warriors with stately step were there ; On every arm was ...
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... England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land . The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny The Homes of England The Christian Pauper's Death-bed 56.
... England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land . The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny The Homes of England The Christian Pauper's Death-bed 56.
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Choice descriptive poetry. Pennsylvania , while thy flood Waters fields unbought with blood , Stand for peace as thou hast stood . The West Indies I behold , Like the Hesperides of old , -Trees of life , with fruits of gold ! South ...
Choice descriptive poetry. Pennsylvania , while thy flood Waters fields unbought with blood , Stand for peace as thou hast stood . The West Indies I behold , Like the Hesperides of old , -Trees of life , with fruits of gold ! South ...
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... stand , Sentinels of sea and land ; Cloud - capt Atlas towers at hand . Mark the dens of caitiff Moors ; Ha ! the pirates seize their oars ; -Fly the desecrated shores . Egypt's hieroglyphic realm , Other floods than Nile's o'erwhelm ...
... stand , Sentinels of sea and land ; Cloud - capt Atlas towers at hand . Mark the dens of caitiff Moors ; Ha ! the pirates seize their oars ; -Fly the desecrated shores . Egypt's hieroglyphic realm , Other floods than Nile's o'erwhelm ...
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... Stands like a palace built for God To shew his milder face . Peace be within this sacred place , And joy a constant guest ! With holy gifts and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest ! My soul shall pray for Sion still , While life or ...
... Stands like a palace built for God To shew his milder face . Peace be within this sacred place , And joy a constant guest ! With holy gifts and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest ! My soul shall pray for Sion still , While life or ...
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.