Scenes and Hymns of Life,: With Other Religious PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1834 - 247 頁 |
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... strain which tells Of the dread conflict in the olive shade ? [ She sings . He knelt , the Saviour knelt and pray'd , When but his Father's eye Look'd through the lonely garden's shade On that dread agony ; The Lord of All above ...
... strain which tells Of the dread conflict in the olive shade ? [ She sings . He knelt , the Saviour knelt and pray'd , When but his Father's eye Look'd through the lonely garden's shade On that dread agony ; The Lord of All above ...
第 28 頁
... strain , A deeper music ! -Something that may bear The spirit up on slow yet mighty wings , Unsway'd by gusts of earth : something , all fill'd With solemn adoration , tearful prayer.— Sing me that antique strain which once I deem'd ...
... strain , A deeper music ! -Something that may bear The spirit up on slow yet mighty wings , Unsway'd by gusts of earth : something , all fill'd With solemn adoration , tearful prayer.— Sing me that antique strain which once I deem'd ...
第 35 頁
... strain O'erflows its dim recesses , leaving not One tomb unthrilled by the strong sympathy Answering the electric notes . - Join , join , my soul ! In thine own lowly , trembling consciousness , And thine own solitude , the glorious ...
... strain O'erflows its dim recesses , leaving not One tomb unthrilled by the strong sympathy Answering the electric notes . - Join , join , my soul ! In thine own lowly , trembling consciousness , And thine own solitude , the glorious ...
第 36 頁
... strain ! On thy strong rushing wind Bear up from humankind Thanks and implorings - be they not in vain ! Father , which art on high ! Weak is the melody Of harp or song to reach thine awful ear , Unless the heart be there , Winging the ...
... strain ! On thy strong rushing wind Bear up from humankind Thanks and implorings - be they not in vain ! Father , which art on high ! Weak is the melody Of harp or song to reach thine awful ear , Unless the heart be there , Winging the ...
第 75 頁
... thine unsealing of the burial stone . Sing , then , with all your choral strains , ye hills ! And let a full victorious tone be given , By rock and cavern , to the wind which fills EASTER - DAY IN A MOUNTAIN CHURCH - YARD . 75.
... thine unsealing of the burial stone . Sing , then , with all your choral strains , ye hills ! And let a full victorious tone be given , By rock and cavern , to the wind which fills EASTER - DAY IN A MOUNTAIN CHURCH - YARD . 75.
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第 199 頁 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
第 179 頁 - Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her.
第 99 頁 - Thou ! 3. By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod — From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away, Aid us...
第 100 頁 - By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod ; From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away : Aid us, O God. 4 Tremblers beside the grave, We call on Thee to save, Father divine ! Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Keep us, in life and death, Thine, only Thine.
第 115 頁 - God ! Thou hast made thy children mighty, By the touch of the mountain sod. Thou hast fix'd our ark of refuge, Where the spoiler's foot ne'er trod; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers' God ! We are watchers of a beacon Whose light must never die ; We are guardians of an altar 'Midst the silence of the sky : The rocks yield founts of courage, Struck forth as by thy rod; For the strength of the hills we bless thee. Our God, our fathers
第 212 頁 - A seed not lost; — for which, in darker years, O Book of Heaven ! I pour, with grateful tears, Heart blessings on the holy dead and thee ! III.
第 16 頁 - Looked through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony : The Lord of all, above, beneath, Was bowed with sorrow unto death. The sun set in a fearful hour : The stars might well grow dim, When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow Him ! That He, Who gave man's breath, might know The very depths of human woe.
第 155 頁 - Clasp me a little longer, on the brink Of fate ! while I can feel thy dear caress ; And, when this heart hath ceased to beat — oh! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just Oh ! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs — when I am laid in dust ! xxx.
第 146 頁 - I bless thy name, That thou hast mantled the green earth with flowers, Linking our hearts to nature ! By the love Of their wild blossoms, our young footsteps first Into her deep recesses are beguiled...
第 18 頁 - It passed not, though to Him the grave Had yielded up its dead ! But there was sent Him from on high A gift of strength for man to die.