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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... cold , oblivious gloom , Where all the prostrate ranks of men Crowd , without fellowship , the tomb . My equal in the judgment day , He shall stand up before the throne , When every veil is rent away , And good and evil only known . And ...
... cold , oblivious gloom , Where all the prostrate ranks of men Crowd , without fellowship , the tomb . My equal in the judgment day , He shall stand up before the throne , When every veil is rent away , And good and evil only known . And ...
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... cold lodgings , cruel toil , Youth , health , and strength consume : What tree could thrive in such a soil ? What flower so scathed could bloom ? Should I outgrow this crippling work , How shall my bread be sought ? Must I to other lads ...
... cold lodgings , cruel toil , Youth , health , and strength consume : What tree could thrive in such a soil ? What flower so scathed could bloom ? Should I outgrow this crippling work , How shall my bread be sought ? Must I to other lads ...
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... cold straw bed , And o'er a common far away , As if I flew , I fled . The tempest hurried me behind Like a mill - stream along ; I could have lean'd against the wind , It was so deadly strong . The snow - I never saw such snow- Raged ...
... cold straw bed , And o'er a common far away , As if I flew , I fled . The tempest hurried me behind Like a mill - stream along ; I could have lean'd against the wind , It was so deadly strong . The snow - I never saw such snow- Raged ...
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... cold through my blood , And made the flesh creep on my bones . But now , and with a power so sweet , The name of God went through my heart , That my lips trembled to repeat Those words , and tears were fain to start . Tears , words ...
... cold through my blood , And made the flesh creep on my bones . But now , and with a power so sweet , The name of God went through my heart , That my lips trembled to repeat Those words , and tears were fain to start . Tears , words ...
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... cold , fix'd apathy of death . Falkland from court and camp had glid away , With Chaucer's shade * through Speenham's woods to stray , And pour in solitude , without control , Through the dun gloom , the anguish of his soul . -Falkland ...
... cold , fix'd apathy of death . Falkland from court and camp had glid away , With Chaucer's shade * through Speenham's woods to stray , And pour in solitude , without control , Through the dun gloom , the anguish of his soul . -Falkland ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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,
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.