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Pagina
... Hope Contentment Prayer for Contentment The Night - blowing Cereus . 50 National Anthem 47 The Harvest Home 88888 86 86 89 90 49 Prayer for Old England 91 92 Back Piety Heaven of the Bottar Land PAOF Love Never Faileth.
... Hope Contentment Prayer for Contentment The Night - blowing Cereus . 50 National Anthem 47 The Harvest Home 88888 86 86 89 90 49 Prayer for Old England 91 92 Back Piety Heaven of the Bottar Land PAOF Love Never Faileth.
Pagina 10
... hope were gone ! Both in one grave , or side by side , They slept , while ages rolled away ; But now , -O now , they must divide , He , cannot come , —she , would not stay ! With one last sigh she takes her flight , And leaves him to ...
... hope were gone ! Both in one grave , or side by side , They slept , while ages rolled away ; But now , -O now , they must divide , He , cannot come , —she , would not stay ! With one last sigh she takes her flight , And leaves him to ...
Pagina 22
... hope , a peaceful breast , A smile unsullied by a tear ! If heaven be ever felt below , A scene so heavenly , sure , as this , May cause a heart on earth to know Some foretaste of celestial bliss . Delightful hour ! how soon will night ...
... hope , a peaceful breast , A smile unsullied by a tear ! If heaven be ever felt below , A scene so heavenly , sure , as this , May cause a heart on earth to know Some foretaste of celestial bliss . Delightful hour ! how soon will night ...
Pagina 24
... great garden of her God ; Till are dried the martyr's tears Through a glorious thousand years . Now in hope of him we trust- " Earth to earth , and dust to dust ! " CROLY . D A VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD . EMBLEM of Eternity 24.
... great garden of her God ; Till are dried the martyr's tears Through a glorious thousand years . Now in hope of him we trust- " Earth to earth , and dust to dust ! " CROLY . D A VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD . EMBLEM of Eternity 24.
Pagina 27
... 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.
... 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.
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.