New Cyclopaedia of Poetical Illustrations: Adapted to Christian Teaching: Embracing Poems, Odes, Legends, Lyrics, Hymns, Sonnets, Extracts, EtcW.C. Palmer, 1872 - 696 páginas |
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... dust , known ? P. Who builds a church to God , and not to fame , Will never mark the marble with his name : Go , search it there , where to be born and die , Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough that virtue filled the space ...
... dust , known ? P. Who builds a church to God , and not to fame , Will never mark the marble with his name : Go , search it there , where to be born and die , Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough that virtue filled the space ...
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... dust they were , and should to dust return . And oft their fathers , childless and bereaved , Wept o'er their graves , when they themselves were green , And on them fell , as fell on every age , As on their authors fell , oblivious ...
... dust they were , and should to dust return . And oft their fathers , childless and bereaved , Wept o'er their graves , when they themselves were green , And on them fell , as fell on every age , As on their authors fell , oblivious ...
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... dust . God's - Acre ! Yes , that blessed name imparts Comfort to those who in the grave have [ hearts , The seed that they had garnered in their Their bread of life , alas ! no more their sown own . Into its furrows shall we all be cast ...
... dust . God's - Acre ! Yes , that blessed name imparts Comfort to those who in the grave have [ hearts , The seed that they had garnered in their Their bread of life , alas ! no more their sown own . Into its furrows shall we all be cast ...
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... dust I cleaved . Then the fierce tempest broke , I knew from whom it came , I read in that sharp stroke A Father's hand and name . And yet I did Thee wrong ; Dark thoughts of Thee came in , — A froward , selfish throng , - And I allowed ...
... dust I cleaved . Then the fierce tempest broke , I knew from whom it came , I read in that sharp stroke A Father's hand and name . And yet I did Thee wrong ; Dark thoughts of Thee came in , — A froward , selfish throng , - And I allowed ...
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... dust , Or flattery soothe the dull , cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But ...
... dust , Or flattery soothe the dull , cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alexander Pope angels beauty beneath blessed blest bliss breath bright brow Charles Wesley Christ clouds crown dark dead death deep divine doth dream dust earth Edward Young Elizabeth Barrett Browning England eternal fair faith fear flowers forever glorious glory God's gold grace grave grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Bickersteth holy hope Horatius Bonar hour immortal Isaac Watts Jesus John Dryden John Milton King life's light live look Lord Lord Byron mercy mighty mind mortal mountain ne'er never night o'er pain peace praise prayer pride rest Robert Pollok round shalt shine sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne toil truth unto voice waves weary weep William Cowper William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 107 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 57 - Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart: As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Página 383 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Página 555 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept,...
Página 106 - Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Página 442 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be. Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 610 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 383 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 17 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 230 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.