Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... Morn Sabbath Evening A Dirge A Voyage Round the World Who is my Neighbour ? England's Oak The Mariners of England A Path , a Flower , a Stream , Thread , a Race The Millennial Sabbath The Destroying Angel .. The Sabbath Bell Love to the ...
... Morn Sabbath Evening A Dirge A Voyage Round the World Who is my Neighbour ? England's Oak The Mariners of England A Path , a Flower , a Stream , Thread , a Race The Millennial Sabbath The Destroying Angel .. The Sabbath Bell Love to the ...
Pagina 8
... morn , The swallow twittering from the straw - built shed ; The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn- No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or busy housewife ply her ...
... morn , The swallow twittering from the straw - built shed ; The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn- No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or busy housewife ply her ...
Pagina 20
... MORN . WELCOME once more , delightful morn ! I hail each bright returning ray ; I love the peaceful rising dawn , That ushers in the holy day . The hours how sweet , the day how blest , The calm repose , the kind retreat ; That gives ...
... MORN . WELCOME once more , delightful morn ! I hail each bright returning ray ; I love the peaceful rising dawn , That ushers in the holy day . The hours how sweet , the day how blest , The calm repose , the kind retreat ; That gives ...
Pagina 22
... foretaste of celestial bliss . Delightful hour ! how soon will night Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign . And soon the morn's returning light Will call us to the world again ! Yet there will dawn , at last , a day 22 Sabbath Evening.
... foretaste of celestial bliss . Delightful hour ! how soon will night Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign . And soon the morn's returning light Will call us to the world again ! Yet there will dawn , at last , a day 22 Sabbath Evening.
Pagina 38
... morn arise ; And the Angel of Vengeance shall pass you by , He shall see the red stain , and shall not come nigh Where the hope of your household lies . " The people hear , and they bow them low- Each to his house hath flown ; The lamb ...
... morn arise ; And the Angel of Vengeance shall pass you by , He shall see the red stain , and shall not come nigh Where the hope of your household lies . " The people hear , and they bow them low- Each to his house hath flown ; The lamb ...
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.