Thoughts on wheels. The climbing boy's soliloquies. Songs of Zion, being imitations of the Psalms. Narratives. Tributary poems. Miscellaneous poemsSorin & Ball, 1845 |
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... Death of the Righteous II . The Memory of the Just III . A Good Man's Monument To the Memory of Rowland Hodgson , Esq . , of Sheffield " Occupy till I come . " On the Death of the late Joseph Butter- worth , Esq . . In Memory of the Rev ...
... Death of the Righteous II . The Memory of the Just III . A Good Man's Monument To the Memory of Rowland Hodgson , Esq . , of Sheffield " Occupy till I come . " On the Death of the late Joseph Butter- worth , Esq . . In Memory of the Rev ...
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... Death - Bed . 236 238 241 245 246 248 249 251 253 • 254 255 256 Dale Abbey In Bereavement Coronation Ode for Queen Victoria 257 258 259 The Roses The Wild Pink , on the Wall of Malmesbury Abbey Parting Words Elijah in the Wilderness 260 ...
... Death - Bed . 236 238 241 245 246 248 249 251 253 • 254 255 256 Dale Abbey In Bereavement Coronation Ode for Queen Victoria 257 258 259 The Roses The Wild Pink , on the Wall of Malmesbury Abbey Parting Words Elijah in the Wilderness 260 ...
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... death might pass For what he call'd it - coup de grace ; While in his little hell on earth , : - The foul fiends quaked amidst their mirth : - But not like him , who to the skies Turn'd the dark embers of his eyes , ( Where lately burn ...
... death might pass For what he call'd it - coup de grace ; While in his little hell on earth , : - The foul fiends quaked amidst their mirth : - But not like him , who to the skies Turn'd the dark embers of his eyes , ( Where lately burn ...
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... death , Except - forgiveness , and his breath . Such a victorious death to die Were prompt translation to the sky : -Yet with the weakest , I would meet Racks , scourges , flames , and count them sweet ; Nay , might I choose , I would ...
... death , Except - forgiveness , and his breath . Such a victorious death to die Were prompt translation to the sky : -Yet with the weakest , I would meet Racks , scourges , flames , and count them sweet ; Nay , might I choose , I would ...
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... Death in ambush lurks for prey . Fierce , but familiar , at their call , The veriest fiend of Satan's fall ; -The fiend that tempted him to stake Heaven's bliss against the burning lake ; -The fiend that tempted him again , To burst the ...
... Death in ambush lurks for prey . Fierce , but familiar , at their call , The veriest fiend of Satan's fall ; -The fiend that tempted him to stake Heaven's bliss against the burning lake ; -The fiend that tempted him again , To burst the ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
age to age amidst art thou beauty behold bellis perennis beneath beneath the sky bird birth bless bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath bright clouds cried darkness dead dear death dream dust earth eternity evanescent face fear fire fix'd flame fled flowers foes gloom glory grace grave GREENLAND grief hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour Jehovah King land light living look'd Lord lyre mercy mind moon Morna morning mother's mountains Nature's never night numbers o'er ocean Paradise peace praise prayer PSALM rapture rest rose round seem'd shade Sheffield shine sight sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stand star star by star storm sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought throne tomb trembling truth turn'd Twas vale voice wake weep wild wind wing youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 75 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Página 421 - So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain. Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne,
Página 345 - I gave him all ; he blessed it, brake, And ate; but gave me part again; Mine was an angel's portion then; For, while I fed with eager haste, That crust was manna to my taste.
Página 235 - Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man — and who was he ? Mortal, howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Página 235 - Alternate triumphed in his breast; His bliss and woe, a smile, a tear ! Oblivion hides the rest. The bounding pulse, the languid limb, The changing spirits' rise and fall, We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all.
Página 363 - THE bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing Sings in the shade when all things rest : — In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. 2 When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus...
Página 347 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Página 65 - Confesses he has none. 428. 7s. M. 6 1. The Soul panting for God. 1 As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for thee, Pants the living God to see ; When, O when, with filial fear, Lord, shall I to thee draw near ? 2 Why art thou cast down, my soul ? God, thy God, shall make thee whole : Why art thou disquieted ? God shall lift thy fallen head, And his countenance benign Be the saving health of thine.
Página 342 - Thrice welcome, little English flower! My mother-country's white and red, In rose or lily, till this hour, Never to me such beauty spread: Transplanted from thine island-bed, A treasure in a grain of earth, Strange as a spirit from the dead, Thine embryo sprang to birth.
Página 76 - And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in His path to birth : Before Him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go, And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow.