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Pagina 3
... 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 . HEMANS ...
... 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 . HEMANS ...
Pagina 7
... song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks , And round the hamlet fanes . Through ...
... song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks , And round the hamlet fanes . Through ...
Pagina 20
... love to meet the little throng Of humble saints , and join their prayers ; And in their sweet melodious song , I love to blend my voice with theirs . Their wing'd devotions warmly breath'd , Like incense from the 20 The Sabbath Morn.
... love to meet the little throng Of humble saints , and join their prayers ; And in their sweet melodious song , I love to blend my voice with theirs . Their wing'd devotions warmly breath'd , Like incense from the 20 The Sabbath Morn.
Pagina 23
... , or winter's storm , Song of peace , or battle's roar , Ne'er shall break their slumbers more . Death shall keep his sullen trust— 66 Earth to earth , and dust to dust ! " But a day is coming fast , Earth , thy 23 A Dirge.
... , or winter's storm , Song of peace , or battle's roar , Ne'er shall break their slumbers more . Death shall keep his sullen trust— 66 Earth to earth , and dust to dust ! " But a day is coming fast , Earth , thy 23 A Dirge.
Pagina 31
... song In cottage and in hall . ' Tis not the yew - tree , though it lends Its greenness to the grave ; Nor willow , though it fondly bends Its branches o'er the wave ; Nor birch , although its slender tress Be beautifully fair , As ...
... song In cottage and in hall . ' Tis not the yew - tree , though it lends Its greenness to the grave ; Nor willow , though it fondly bends Its branches o'er the wave ; Nor birch , although its slender tress Be beautifully fair , As ...
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.