Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... THY neighbour ? It is he whom thou Hast power to aid and bless ; Whose aching heart and burning brow Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? ' Tis the fainting poor Whose eye with want is dim ; Whom hunger sends from door to door ...
... THY neighbour ? It is he whom thou Hast power to aid and bless ; Whose aching heart and burning brow Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? ' Tis the fainting poor Whose eye with want is dim ; Whom hunger sends from door to door ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
angel ask'd bear beauty bell beneath better bless blest blood bloom blow breath breeze bright cease child dead dear death deep delight dust dwell earth earthly England eternal face fair Father field flood flow flowers gently give glorious glory grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour King land leaves light live look Lord meet morn mother mountains night o'er once pass path peace praise pray prayer race reign rest rise round sabbath seek seen shine shore sight sleep smile song soon soul sound Speak spirit spring stand star storm stream sweet tear tell thee thine things thou thought thousand throne tomb trees voice waves wind
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.