Poetic Prism, Or, Original and Reflected Rays from Modern Verse Sacred and SeriousRobert Northmore Greville Maclachlan, Stewart, & Company, 1848 - Всего страниц: 404 |
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... blessed saint in light . Oh ! ' twas a mother greatly loved , Who thus my fervent spirit moved To seek a Saviour's aid : And ye who love your parents well— Who love their souls , may surely tell How deeply I have pray'd . Ye , too , may ...
... blessed saint in light . Oh ! ' twas a mother greatly loved , Who thus my fervent spirit moved To seek a Saviour's aid : And ye who love your parents well— Who love their souls , may surely tell How deeply I have pray'd . Ye , too , may ...
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... blessed smile is heard- " He giveth His beloved sleep ! " For me , my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show , That sees through tears the jugglers leap , Would now its wearied vision close , Would childlike on His ...
... blessed smile is heard- " He giveth His beloved sleep ! " For me , my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show , That sees through tears the jugglers leap , Would now its wearied vision close , Would childlike on His ...
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... then and hail the dawning hour ; So shall a blessing from on high , Pure as the rain of Summer's sky , Unsullied as the morning dew , Descend and all thy soul imbue . Yes ! like the blossoms of the waste , Would 24 POETIC PRISM .
... then and hail the dawning hour ; So shall a blessing from on high , Pure as the rain of Summer's sky , Unsullied as the morning dew , Descend and all thy soul imbue . Yes ! like the blossoms of the waste , Would 24 POETIC PRISM .
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... blessings spread , Nor heed her ban , nor ask her prayer , That she refuse our dead ! It matters not - they sleep as sweet , Low nestled at the city's feet , Spared by the angry storms that beat Fierce on her tow'ring head . We sought ...
... blessings spread , Nor heed her ban , nor ask her prayer , That she refuse our dead ! It matters not - they sleep as sweet , Low nestled at the city's feet , Spared by the angry storms that beat Fierce on her tow'ring head . We sought ...
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... be heaving ? Oh , no ! I'll bless the chain , Which to this couch of pain Has bound me long , for ' tis of Mercy's weaving . What though I tread no more The temple's hallowed floor 30 POETIC PRISM . "Moral of Flowers,"
... be heaving ? Oh , no ! I'll bless the chain , Which to this couch of pain Has bound me long , for ' tis of Mercy's weaving . What though I tread no more The temple's hallowed floor 30 POETIC PRISM . "Moral of Flowers,"
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banner of Heaven beam beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow child Christ clouds crown dark dead dear death deep divine doth dwell E'en earth earthly ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal faint fair faith Father fear feel flowers FRANCES BROWN friends gaze glorious glory glow grace grief H. F. LYTE hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Jesus Jesus wept life's light live look Lord mercy morn mother mourn N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath night o'er pain pass'd path peace praise pray prayer rest Saviour seek shine sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream strong to save sweet tears tears in Heaven thee thine things THOMAS DALE thou art thou hast thought throne tomb Twas unto voice weary weep wept wild word
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Стр. 20 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Стр. 395 - BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the Heaven...
Стр. 183 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Стр. 236 - IT is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying ; It is a place where happy saints may weep amid their praying ; Yet let the grief and humbleness as low as silence languish : Earth surely now may give her calm to whom she gave her anguish.
Стр. 107 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Стр. 26 - TREAD softly! bow the head — In reverent silence bow ! No passing bell doth toll; Yet an immortal soul Is passing now. Stranger, however great, With lowly reverence bow! There's one in that poor shed — One by that paltry bed — Greater than thou.
Стр. 107 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Стр. 254 - UP to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And he accepts the punctual hymn Sung as the light of day grows dim. Nor will he turn his ear aside From holy offerings at noontide. Then here reposing let us raise A song of gratitude and praise.
Стр. 183 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...