Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Selections from the Works of the Most Admired WritersHenry Stebbing J.F. Dove, 1832 - 402页 |
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... glory ! There is one Mind , one omnipresent Mind , Omnific . His most holy name is Love . Truth of subliming import ! with the which Who feeds and saturates his constant soul , He from his small particular orbit flies , With blest ...
... glory ! There is one Mind , one omnipresent Mind , Omnific . His most holy name is Love . Truth of subliming import ! with the which Who feeds and saturates his constant soul , He from his small particular orbit flies , With blest ...
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... glory no change shall renew , Ah , fool ! to exult in a glory so vain ! " Tis night , and the landscape is lovely no SACRED POETRY . 27 The Hermit [Beattie ]
... glory no change shall renew , Ah , fool ! to exult in a glory so vain ! " Tis night , and the landscape is lovely no SACRED POETRY . 27 The Hermit [Beattie ]
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... glory , That our name may live through time , In our country's story ; Happy when her welfare calls He who conquers , he who falls . Deeper , deeper , let us toil In the mines 28 28 SACRED POETRY . Youth's Aspirations [Montgomery ]
... glory , That our name may live through time , In our country's story ; Happy when her welfare calls He who conquers , he who falls . Deeper , deeper , let us toil In the mines 28 28 SACRED POETRY . Youth's Aspirations [Montgomery ]
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... glory in it too ; Laugh at the power divine , and ridicule his laws , Labour in vice , his rivals to excel , That when he's dead , they may their pupils tell , How wittily the fool was damn'd , how hard he fell ? Yet this vile wretch in ...
... glory in it too ; Laugh at the power divine , and ridicule his laws , Labour in vice , his rivals to excel , That when he's dead , they may their pupils tell , How wittily the fool was damn'd , how hard he fell ? Yet this vile wretch in ...
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... glory when his life is done . This man will be content with God alone . Flesh . What good will sorrow do us ? Is not mirth , Fitter to warm a cold heart here on earth ? Troubles will come whether we will or no : I'll never banish ...
... glory when his life is done . This man will be content with God alone . Flesh . What good will sorrow do us ? Is not mirth , Fitter to warm a cold heart here on earth ? Troubles will come whether we will or no : I'll never banish ...
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angels art thou Babylon beams beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss breast breath bright calm CAROLINE FRY Christ clouds dark dead death deep delight divine dost doth dread dream dust dust to dust dwell earth eternal ev'ry evermore faith Father fear feel flesh flowers glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN JOHN CLARE King life's light live Lord lyre mercy mighty mind morn mortal mountains mourn never night o'er pain peace pleasure pow'r praise prayer pride rapture rest rise Satan Saviour seraphs shade shew shine silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring star star of Bethlehem sweet tear tempest thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thought throne tomb tongue Twas unto voice waves weary weep winds
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第89页 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
第89页 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
第94页 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
第179页 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
第257页 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
第377页 - God loves from whole to parts : but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ; The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next, and next all human race ; Wide and more wide, th...
第258页 - But he her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing: And, waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
第263页 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
第344页 - Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race. 3 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide ; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. 4- O spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode, Our souls arrive in peace.
第182页 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat...