Beauties of Modern British Poetry: Systematically Arranged ...Nelson, 1865 - 416 páginas |
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... Glad tidings down , and full of rapture singing . What blessed things are in that strain ! ' Tis full of joy and love : Welcome , ye happy sons of light , With comfort from above ; Ye come to tell us of a great salvation For sinful men ...
... Glad tidings down , and full of rapture singing . What blessed things are in that strain ! ' Tis full of joy and love : Welcome , ye happy sons of light , With comfort from above ; Ye come to tell us of a great salvation For sinful men ...
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... glad , triumphal song- ' Glory to God ! —the barrier hath been riven ; Peace and good - will on earth to men are given ! " REV . J. S. BROAD . THE NATIVITY . OR Thou wert born of woman ! come , Thou didst O Holiest ! to this world of ...
... glad , triumphal song- ' Glory to God ! —the barrier hath been riven ; Peace and good - will on earth to men are given ! " REV . J. S. BROAD . THE NATIVITY . OR Thou wert born of woman ! come , Thou didst O Holiest ! to this world of ...
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... glad meetings round the joyous hearth , Night for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer ; But all for thee , thou Mightiest of the Earth ! The banquet hath its hour , Its feverish hour of 84 Beauties of Modern British Poetry .
... glad meetings round the joyous hearth , Night for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer ; But all for thee , thou Mightiest of the Earth ! The banquet hath its hour , Its feverish hour of 84 Beauties of Modern British Poetry .
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... glad ! Where Love has put off , in the land of its birth , The stains it had gathered in this , And Hope , the sweet singer that gladdened the earth , Lies asleep on the bosom of bliss . I know thou hast gone where thy forehead is ...
... glad ! Where Love has put off , in the land of its birth , The stains it had gathered in this , And Hope , the sweet singer that gladdened the earth , Lies asleep on the bosom of bliss . I know thou hast gone where thy forehead is ...
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... glad song with kindred lips to blend , Or join the household laughter by the blaze- No more ! Through woods that shadowed our first years to rove With all our native music in the air ; To watch the sunset with the eyes we love , And ...
... glad song with kindred lips to blend , Or join the household laughter by the blaze- No more ! Through woods that shadowed our first years to rove With all our native music in the air ; To watch the sunset with the eyes we love , And ...
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The beauties of modern British poetry, systematically arranged ..., Edição 240 David Grant (of Aberdeen) Visualização integral - 1871 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
art thou beam beauty behold beneath birds blessed blest bliss bloom bower breast breath breeze bright brow burning calm clouds dark death deep delight Dobok dream earth eternal fair farewell feel flowers gaze glad song Glen Etive gloom glorious glory glow grave green guardian rocks happy hath heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour hues immortal JOANNA BAILLIE land light Loch Eribol Lord lyre MONT BLANC moon morning mortal Mother's Love mountains nature's ne'er night o'er peace POLLOK praise prayer rapture rest rill rise rocks roll rose round seraph shade shadow shine sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars stream sunny brow sweet Sweet oblivion tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild winds wings
Passagens conhecidas
Página 253 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 290 - THESE as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields : the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes Thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Página 223 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Página 158 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Página 69 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death — • He enters heaven with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Página 82 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Página 222 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learned the language of another world.
Página 22 - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Página 284 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...
Página 182 - Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?