Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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Pagina 7
... leaves , And fearless there the lowly sleep , As the bird beneath their eaves . The free , fair homes of England ! Long , long , in hut and hall , May hearts of native proof be rear'd To guard each hallow'd wall ! And green for ever be ...
... leaves , And fearless there the lowly sleep , As the bird beneath their eaves . The free , fair homes of England ! Long , long , in hut and hall , May hearts of native proof be rear'd To guard each hallow'd wall ! And green for ever be ...
Pagina 10
... leaves him to his endless doom ! - Behold ! —now bursting into light , He starts , unwilling , from the tomb ! " Lord ! Lord ! " the trembling sinner cries , 66 Let me , O let me , enter too ! " " Depart , " the righteous Judge replies ...
... leaves him to his endless doom ! - Behold ! —now bursting into light , He starts , unwilling , from the tomb ! " Lord ! Lord ! " the trembling sinner cries , 66 Let me , O let me , enter too ! " " Depart , " the righteous Judge replies ...
Pagina 31
... loveliness As maiden's flowing hair . ' Tis not the poplar , though its height May from afar be seen ; Nor beech , although its boughs be dight With leaves of glossy green . All these are fair , but they may fling Their 31 England's.
... loveliness As maiden's flowing hair . ' Tis not the poplar , though its height May from afar be seen ; Nor beech , although its boughs be dight With leaves of glossy green . All these are fair , but they may fling Their 31 England's.
Pagina 32
... leaf , though late in spring it shares The zephyr's gentle sigh , As late and long in autumn wears A deeper , richer die . Type of an honest English heart , It opes not at a breath , But having open'd , plays its part Until it sinks in ...
... leaf , though late in spring it shares The zephyr's gentle sigh , As late and long in autumn wears A deeper , richer die . Type of an honest English heart , It opes not at a breath , But having open'd , plays its part Until it sinks in ...
Pagina 50
... leaves had enshrouded the rose , And slumber had hidden the tints of the bower , When , lo ! in the midst of this dewy repose , As I wandered , I came to a night - blowing flower . All others , their robes and their odours forsaking ...
... leaves had enshrouded the rose , And slumber had hidden the tints of the bower , When , lo ! in the midst of this dewy repose , As I wandered , I came to a night - blowing flower . All others , their robes and their odours forsaking ...
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.