Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... young , for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may , " Tis full of anxious care . Speak gently to the aged one , Grieve not the careworn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run , Let such in peace ...
... young , for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may , " Tis full of anxious care . Speak gently to the aged one , Grieve not the careworn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run , Let such in peace ...
Página 44
... young soul from sin to flee . Dear Jesus , let thy precious blood For all my guilty sins atone : And when I pass through Jordan's flood , Let thy kind angels bear me home , To thine abode , and there I'll raise My voice in shouts of ...
... young soul from sin to flee . Dear Jesus , let thy precious blood For all my guilty sins atone : And when I pass through Jordan's flood , Let thy kind angels bear me home , To thine abode , and there I'll raise My voice in shouts of ...
Página 51
... at times opprest , It here is tried and purified , Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care , But the harvest - time of Love is there . SOUTHEY . THOU GOD SEEST ME . I'm not too young for F 2 51 Prayer.
... at times opprest , It here is tried and purified , Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care , But the harvest - time of Love is there . SOUTHEY . THOU GOD SEEST ME . I'm not too young for F 2 51 Prayer.
Página 52
... young for God to see . PRAYER FOR A LITTLE CHILD . GREAT GOD ! and wilt thou condescend , To be my Father and my Friend ; I , a poor child , and Thou so high , The Lord of earth , and air , and sky . Art Thou my Father ? -Canst thou ...
... young for God to see . PRAYER FOR A LITTLE CHILD . GREAT GOD ! and wilt thou condescend , To be my Father and my Friend ; I , a poor child , and Thou so high , The Lord of earth , and air , and sky . Art Thou my Father ? -Canst thou ...
Página 59
... young , With his healthy cheek and lisping tongue , Who delighteth to hear me in merry play , Far down the greenwood's bushy way ; Who sheweth me where the hazle - nuts grow , And where the fairest field - flowers blow ; Yet perhaps he ...
... young , With his healthy cheek and lisping tongue , Who delighteth to hear me in merry play , Far down the greenwood's bushy way ; Who sheweth me where the hazle - nuts grow , And where the fairest field - flowers blow ; Yet perhaps he ...
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.