Poetic Prism, Or, Original and Reflected Rays from Modern Verse Sacred and SeriousRobert Northmore Greville Maclachlan, Stewart, & Company, 1848 - 404页 |
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... tell How deeply I have pray'd . Ye , too , may fancy all I felt To watch the softening spirit melt Beneath a Saviour's love- To see her in her utmost need , From every doubt and shadow freed , Sure of a home above . Once when the ...
... tell How deeply I have pray'd . Ye , too , may fancy all I felt To watch the softening spirit melt Beneath a Saviour's love- To see her in her utmost need , From every doubt and shadow freed , Sure of a home above . Once when the ...
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... tell- Our God in agony ! It is not thus he mourns ; Such might be Martyr's tears , When his last lingering look he turns On human hopes and fears ; But hero ne'er or saint The secret load might know , With which his spirit waxeth faint ...
... tell- Our God in agony ! It is not thus he mourns ; Such might be Martyr's tears , When his last lingering look he turns On human hopes and fears ; But hero ne'er or saint The secret load might know , With which his spirit waxeth faint ...
第16页
... tell me if that any is , For gift or grace surpassing this— " He giveth His beloved sleep ? " What would we give to our belov❜d ? The hero's heart , to be unmov'd , The poet's star - tuned harp to sweep— The senate's shout to patriot ...
... tell me if that any is , For gift or grace surpassing this— " He giveth His beloved sleep ? " What would we give to our belov❜d ? The hero's heart , to be unmov'd , The poet's star - tuned harp to sweep— The senate's shout to patriot ...
第30页
... tell , Methinks , which suits thee well- The lingering hours of languishment and sorrow . The cleft rock is thy home ; Yet sweetly dost thou bloom , E'en while the threatening winds are round thee swelling ; And where's the pamper'd ...
... tell , Methinks , which suits thee well- The lingering hours of languishment and sorrow . The cleft rock is thy home ; Yet sweetly dost thou bloom , E'en while the threatening winds are round thee swelling ; And where's the pamper'd ...
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... tell , Which fills the Christian's breast , What raptures in his bosom swell When dawns this " day of rest ! " A rest whose sweetness he alone can know , On whom the stream of Grace doth largely flow . Yes ; as in humble prayer he bends ...
... tell , Which fills the Christian's breast , What raptures in his bosom swell When dawns this " day of rest ! " A rest whose sweetness he alone can know , On whom the stream of Grace doth largely flow . Yes ; as in humble prayer he bends ...
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banner of Heaven beam beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow child Christ clouds crown dark dead dear death deep divine doth dwell E'en earth earthly ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal faint fair faith Father fear feel flowers FRANCES BROWN friends gaze glorious glory glow grace grief H. F. LYTE hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Jesus Jesus wept life's light live look Lord mercy morn mother mourn N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath night o'er pain pass'd path peace praise pray prayer rest Saviour seek shine sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream strong to save sweet tears tears in Heaven thee thine things THOMAS DALE thou art thou hast thought throne tomb Twas unto voice weary weep wept wild word
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第20页 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
第395页 - BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the Heaven...
第183页 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
第236页 - IT is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying ; It is a place where happy saints may weep amid their praying ; Yet let the grief and humbleness as low as silence languish : Earth surely now may give her calm to whom she gave her anguish.
第107页 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
第26页 - TREAD softly! bow the head — In reverent silence bow ! No passing bell doth toll; Yet an immortal soul Is passing now. Stranger, however great, With lowly reverence bow! There's one in that poor shed — One by that paltry bed — Greater than thou.
第107页 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
第254页 - UP to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And he accepts the punctual hymn Sung as the light of day grows dim. Nor will he turn his ear aside From holy offerings at noontide. Then here reposing let us raise A song of gratitude and praise.
第183页 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...