Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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Pagina 2
... Dependant on thy bounteous breath , We seek thy grace alone , In childhood , manhood , age and death , To keep us still thine own . HEBER . HEAVEN OR THE BETTER LAND . I HEAR thee speak Early Piety Love Never Faileth Thou God Seest.
... Dependant on thy bounteous breath , We seek thy grace alone , In childhood , manhood , age and death , To keep us still thine own . HEBER . HEAVEN OR THE BETTER LAND . I HEAR thee speak Early Piety Love Never Faileth Thou God Seest.
Pagina 25
... Thine expanse from shore to shore . Eager fancy unconfined , In a voyage of the mind , Sweeps along thee like the wind.— Where the billows cease to roll , Round the silence of the pole , Thence set out , my venturous soul ! See , by ...
... Thine expanse from shore to shore . Eager fancy unconfined , In a voyage of the mind , Sweeps along thee like the wind.— Where the billows cease to roll , Round the silence of the pole , Thence set out , my venturous soul ! See , by ...
Pagina 28
... thine ancient lamp is spent ; Thou art thine own monument ; But the sepulchre is rent , And a wind is on the wing , At whose breath new heroes spring , Sages teach , and poets sing . Italy , thy beauties shroud In a gorgeous evening ...
... thine ancient lamp is spent ; Thou art thine own monument ; But the sepulchre is rent , And a wind is on the wing , At whose breath new heroes spring , Sages teach , and poets sing . Italy , thy beauties shroud In a gorgeous evening ...
Pagina 29
Choice descriptive poetry. At the fire - flash of thine eye , Giant Bigotry shall fly ; At thy voice , Oppression die . Lusitania , from the dust Shake thy locks ; thy cause is just ; Strike for freedom , strike and trust . France , I ...
Choice descriptive poetry. At the fire - flash of thine eye , Giant Bigotry shall fly ; At thy voice , Oppression die . Lusitania , from the dust Shake thy locks ; thy cause is just ; Strike for freedom , strike and trust . France , I ...
Pagina 30
... grave ; — Go thou , and ransom him . Whene'er thou meet'st a human form Less favour'd than thine own , Remember ' tis thy neighbour worm , Thy brother or thy son . Oh , pass not , pass not heedless by ; 30 Who is my Neighbour?
... grave ; — Go thou , and ransom him . Whene'er thou meet'st a human form Less favour'd than thine own , Remember ' tis thy neighbour worm , Thy brother or thy son . Oh , pass not , pass not heedless by ; 30 Who is my Neighbour?
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
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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.