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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... Grave Bolehill Trees The Old Man's Song The Glow - Worm The Mole - Hill A Voyage Round the World Humility Birds The Gentianella A Lucid Interval 367 371 373 374 · 375 381 387 388 396 397 Worms and Flowers 399 The Recluse 400 Time : A ...
... Grave Bolehill Trees The Old Man's Song The Glow - Worm The Mole - Hill A Voyage Round the World Humility Birds The Gentianella A Lucid Interval 367 371 373 374 · 375 381 387 388 396 397 Worms and Flowers 399 The Recluse 400 Time : A ...
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... grave doubts , expressed by high legal authority , whether , in making laws , more tenderness were due to old chimneys or to young children ; -the for- mer being inveterately crooked and therefore incurable , whereas ( though this was ...
... grave doubts , expressed by high legal authority , whether , in making laws , more tenderness were due to old chimneys or to young children ; -the for- mer being inveterately crooked and therefore incurable , whereas ( though this was ...
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... grave at rest may lie , And daisies speck the sod , Nor see him bleed , nor hear him cry , Beneath a ruffian's rod . No mother's lap was then my bed , O'er me no mother smiled ; No mother's arm went round my —Am I no mother's child ...
... grave at rest may lie , And daisies speck the sod , Nor see him bleed , nor hear him cry , Beneath a ruffian's rod . No mother's lap was then my bed , O'er me no mother smiled ; No mother's arm went round my —Am I no mother's child ...
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... grave dinner pass'd away , I wonder if great George our king Has such a dinner every day . Grace after meat again was said , And my good feelings sprang anew , But at the sight of gingerbread , Wine , nuts , and oranges , they flew . So ...
... grave dinner pass'd away , I wonder if great George our king Has such a dinner every day . Grace after meat again was said , And my good feelings sprang anew , But at the sight of gingerbread , Wine , nuts , and oranges , they flew . So ...
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... graves ; - To think that ever they were born ; Toil the long day , and from short sleep Wake to fresh miseries every morn . Gay as young goldfinches in spring , They chirp'd and peck'd , top - full of joy , As if it was some mighty ...
... graves ; - To think that ever they were born ; Toil the long day , and from short sleep Wake to fresh miseries every morn . Gay as young goldfinches in spring , They chirp'd and peck'd , top - full of joy , As if it was some mighty ...
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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.