Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 7 筆
第 8 頁
... beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead - but to the grave . " THE DEAD IN CHRIST SHALL RISE FIRST . " 8 Extract from an Elegy written in Poetical Portraits Country Churchyard ...
... beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead - but to the grave . " THE DEAD IN CHRIST SHALL RISE FIRST . " 8 Extract from an Elegy written in Poetical Portraits Country Churchyard ...
第 12 頁
... beauty on ; But death comes like a wintry day , And sweeps the pretty flower away . LORD , what is life ? - " Tis like the bow That glistens in the sky : We love to see its colours glow , But while we look , they die . Life fails as ...
... beauty on ; But death comes like a wintry day , And sweeps the pretty flower away . LORD , what is life ? - " Tis like the bow That glistens in the sky : We love to see its colours glow , But while we look , they die . Life fails as ...
第 14 頁
... beauty , virtue , valour , truth , Time - tutor'd age , and love - exalted youth : The wandering mariner , whose eye explores The wealthiest isles , the most enchanting shores , Views not a realm , so bountiful and fair , Nor breathes ...
... beauty , virtue , valour , truth , Time - tutor'd age , and love - exalted youth : The wandering mariner , whose eye explores The wealthiest isles , the most enchanting shores , Views not a realm , so bountiful and fair , Nor breathes ...
第 35 頁
... the sheltering bower , In beauty blossoming ; Ere long , some blight across it flies , Or , in the winter storm , it dies . Life is a sparkling stream , Through pleasant pastures led 35 A Path, a Flower, a Stream, Thread, a Race.
... the sheltering bower , In beauty blossoming ; Ere long , some blight across it flies , Or , in the winter storm , it dies . Life is a sparkling stream , Through pleasant pastures led 35 A Path, a Flower, a Stream, Thread, a Race.
第 50 頁
... beauty was waking , And breathing its soul - filling sweetness around . Twas a glorious flower ! its corolla of white , As pearls of Arabia , ' mid jewels of gold , And lonely and fair , through the shades of the night , It beam'd with ...
... beauty was waking , And breathing its soul - filling sweetness around . Twas a glorious flower ! its corolla of white , As pearls of Arabia , ' mid jewels of gold , And lonely and fair , through the shades of the night , It beam'd with ...
常見字詞
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
熱門章節
第 73 頁 - 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!
第 33 頁 - 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...
第 34 頁 - 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.
第 37 頁 - 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.
第 43 頁 - 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.