Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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Pagina 3
... deep song of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; Sorrow and death may not enter there . Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb , It is there , it is there , my child ! MRS ...
... deep song of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; Sorrow and death may not enter there . Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb , It is there , it is there , my child ! MRS ...
Pagina 11
... life will soon be waning , And set in death's deep gloom ; Seek , seek , a Saviour reigning , To light thee from the tomb . WHAT IS LIFE ? LORD , what is life ? 11 Happy Childhood Thoughts on hearing the Motto Mr Raikes, "Try.
... life will soon be waning , And set in death's deep gloom ; Seek , seek , a Saviour reigning , To light thee from the tomb . WHAT IS LIFE ? LORD , what is life ? 11 Happy Childhood Thoughts on hearing the Motto Mr Raikes, "Try.
Pagina 16
... deep , The dire simoon , or the soft night breeze That lulls the earth to sleep . Where is He ? Ask the storm of fire That bursts from Etna's womb , And ask the glowing lava flood That makes the earth a tomb . Where is He ? Ask the ...
... deep , The dire simoon , or the soft night breeze That lulls the earth to sleep . Where is He ? Ask the storm of fire That bursts from Etna's womb , And ask the glowing lava flood That makes the earth a tomb . Where is He ? Ask the ...
Pagina 27
... thy spectre's fled , And the angel Hope , instead , Lights from heaven upon thy head . St. Helena's dungeon - keep Scowls defiance o'er the deep ; There a Hero's relics sleep . Mammon's plague - ships throng the waves ; Oh ! D 2 27.
... thy spectre's fled , And the angel Hope , instead , Lights from heaven upon thy head . St. Helena's dungeon - keep Scowls defiance o'er the deep ; There a Hero's relics sleep . Mammon's plague - ships throng the waves ; Oh ! D 2 27.
Pagina 34
... deep , While the stormy tempests blow While the battle rages long and loud , And the stormy tempests blow . Britannia needs no bulwarks , No towers along the steep ; Her march is o'er the mountain waves , Her home is on the deep : With ...
... deep , While the stormy tempests blow While the battle rages long and loud , And the stormy tempests blow . Britannia needs no bulwarks , No towers along the steep ; Her march is o'er the mountain waves , Her home is on the deep : With ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
Pasaje populare
Pagina 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Pagina 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Pagina 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pagina 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Pagina 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.