Lyrical gleanings from various authors, Volumul 112T. Barbey, 1864 - 128 pagini |
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Pagina 4
... ; The spirit that false counsels set at nought ; Each action charming by its native grace , And , Heaven's best gift , his mind , reflected in his face . What though no more that silvery voice we hear , 4 Lyrical Gleanings .
... ; The spirit that false counsels set at nought ; Each action charming by its native grace , And , Heaven's best gift , his mind , reflected in his face . What though no more that silvery voice we hear , 4 Lyrical Gleanings .
Pagina 5
... Heaven with thy brow : The working days are the back part ; The burden of the week lies there , Making the whole to stoop and bow , Till thy release appear . Man had straight forward gone To endless death ; but Lyrical Gleanings . 5.
... Heaven with thy brow : The working days are the back part ; The burden of the week lies there , Making the whole to stoop and bow , Till thy release appear . Man had straight forward gone To endless death ; but Lyrical Gleanings . 5.
Pagina 6
... Heaven's palace archéd lies : The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities . They are the fruitful beds and borders In God's rich garden : that is bare Which parts their ranks and orders . The Sundays of Man's life ...
... Heaven's palace archéd lies : The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities . They are the fruitful beds and borders In God's rich garden : that is bare Which parts their ranks and orders . The Sundays of Man's life ...
Pagina 7
... me take thee at the bound , Leaping with thee from seven to seven , Till that we both , being tossed from earth , Fly hand in hand to Heaven ! GEORGE HERBERT , 1632 . The Sunday School Bubilee , SEPTEMBER 14 , 1831 , Lyrical Gleanings . 7.
... me take thee at the bound , Leaping with thee from seven to seven , Till that we both , being tossed from earth , Fly hand in hand to Heaven ! GEORGE HERBERT , 1632 . The Sunday School Bubilee , SEPTEMBER 14 , 1831 , Lyrical Gleanings . 7.
Pagina 8
... heaven - directed mind Revealed the simple plan ; Now in the glorious task combined , Ten thousand are one man . Though poor and mean the place , And small the band he taught , Millions since then have shared the grace ; — Behold what ...
... heaven - directed mind Revealed the simple plan ; Now in the glorious task combined , Ten thousand are one man . Though poor and mean the place , And small the band he taught , Millions since then have shared the grace ; — Behold what ...
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a-breaking stones ALLOWAY KIRK angels ANNE BEALE beautiful beauty lie behold BEN JONSON beneath bird bless bosom breast breath bright brow calm CAMBRIA JONES cheer child cloud crown dark dead dear death deep divine doth e'en earth echo eternal fair farewell fear flowers FRANCIS QUArles gaze glorious glory golden grave green grief hath hear heart Heaven Heaven's gate heavenly hill holy land Land's End Lanes life's light look Lord love old songs lyre morn mountain neath night o'er peace praise prayer Prince Prince Consort Prince of Wales proud R. T. EVANSON rest Robert Southwell Rodborough save the Queen scene Selsley shadow shine sigh sing skies sleep slumber smile soothe sorrow soul spirit sweet tear thee Thomas Vaughan thou hast thought throne thrush tomb voice Wales waves weep wept wings world's good word WYKE BAYLISS youth
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Pagina 41 - THERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Pagina 42 - There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule.
Pagina 85 - 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...
Pagina 62 - The Smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Pagina 43 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way THE BUILDERS.
Pagina 85 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Pagina 86 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Pagina 98 - O'erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Revealed, and God's eternal day be thine ! The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ; But fixed his word, his saving power remains ; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own MESSIAH reigns ! LADY CLARA VERE DK VERE _ Tennyson.
Pagina 86 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Pagina 83 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...