New Cyclopaedia of Poetical Illustrations: Adapted to Christian Teaching: Embracing Poems, Odes, Legends, Lyrics, Hymns, Sonnets, Extracts, EtcW.C. Palmer, 1872 - 696 pagini |
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Pagina 18
... breath and the quick round of blood . It is a great spirit and a busy heart . [ live . The coward and the small in ... breaths ; In feelings , not in figures on a dial . We should count time by heart - throbs . He most lives Who thinks ...
... breath and the quick round of blood . It is a great spirit and a busy heart . [ live . The coward and the small in ... breaths ; In feelings , not in figures on a dial . We should count time by heart - throbs . He most lives Who thinks ...
Pagina 24
... breath within thy shadow a new air , I do not think of thee , -I am too near thee . Elizabeth Barrett Browning . 57 ... Breathing and crying are thy only speech- But , oh ! for me , what eloquence hath each ! Sounds of my first - born ...
... breath within thy shadow a new air , I do not think of thee , -I am too near thee . Elizabeth Barrett Browning . 57 ... Breathing and crying are thy only speech- But , oh ! for me , what eloquence hath each ! Sounds of my first - born ...
Pagina 33
... breath ; To lot of higher beings learned to aspire , Dared to attempt , and doomed the world to death . Maria A. Brooks . 102. AMBITION , Devil of . How , like a mounting devil in the heart , Rules the unrein'd ambition ! Let it once ...
... breath ; To lot of higher beings learned to aspire , Dared to attempt , and doomed the world to death . Maria A. Brooks . 102. AMBITION , Devil of . How , like a mounting devil in the heart , Rules the unrein'd ambition ! Let it once ...
Pagina 56
... breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days , Where rocks impregnable are not so stout , Nor gates ... breathing . John Keats . 213. BEAUTY , Lost . Beauty is but vain and doubtful good , A shining glass , that fadeth ...
... breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days , Where rocks impregnable are not so stout , Nor gates ... breathing . John Keats . 213. BEAUTY , Lost . Beauty is but vain and doubtful good , A shining glass , that fadeth ...
Pagina 59
... breath , [ tion : Is but a suburb of the life elysian , Whose portal we call Death . She is not dead — the child of our affection- But gone unto that school [ tion , Where she no longer needs our poor protec- And Christ himself doth ...
... breath , [ tion : Is but a suburb of the life elysian , Whose portal we call Death . She is not dead — the child of our affection- But gone unto that school [ tion , Where she no longer needs our poor protec- And Christ himself doth ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alexander Pope angels beauty beneath blessed blest bliss breath bright brow Charles Wesley Christ clouds crown dark dead death deep divine doth dream dust earth Edward Young Elizabeth Barrett Browning England eternal fair faith fear flowers forever glorious glory God's gold grace grave grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Bickersteth holy hope Horatius Bonar hour immortal Isaac Watts Jesus John Dryden John Milton King life's light live look Lord Lord Byron mercy mighty mind mortal mountain ne'er never night o'er pain peace praise prayer pride rest Robert Pollok round shalt shine sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne toil truth unto voice waves weary weep William Cowper William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings words
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Pagina 107 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pagina 57 - Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart: As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Pagina 383 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Pagina 555 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept,...
Pagina 106 - Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Pagina 442 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be. Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Pagina 610 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Pagina 383 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Pagina 17 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Pagina 230 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.