The Gem book of poesie, by the author of 'The ancient poets and poetry of England'.1846 - 160 psl. |
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... holy love for every living thing . It has also been the Editor's object to avoid as much as possible , the insertion of those hackneyed pieces , which are to be found in almost every selection of POETRY , and to introduce those which ...
... holy love for every living thing . It has also been the Editor's object to avoid as much as possible , the insertion of those hackneyed pieces , which are to be found in almost every selection of POETRY , and to introduce those which ...
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... holy eve's Enrapturing closing , and in every hue That mingle in the rainbow , in the mild And tender solace of the chaster moon , And in the glowing stars , thy presence beams Ineffable . But ' tis not only here , Upon this outward ...
... holy eve's Enrapturing closing , and in every hue That mingle in the rainbow , in the mild And tender solace of the chaster moon , And in the glowing stars , thy presence beams Ineffable . But ' tis not only here , Upon this outward ...
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... holy presence could not there appear , And cold abstraction ponder'd long in vain ; Yet thou hast deigned to converse with man From the bright sky- -the Star of Bethlehem shone , The mighty shook , and royalty look'd wan , But WISDOM ...
... holy presence could not there appear , And cold abstraction ponder'd long in vain ; Yet thou hast deigned to converse with man From the bright sky- -the Star of Bethlehem shone , The mighty shook , and royalty look'd wan , But WISDOM ...
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... Holy - holy - holy ! Praise- Praise be His in every land ; Safety in His presence stays Sacred is His high command ! JOOST VAN DEN VONdel . HYMN OF ADAM AND EVE . ADAM . THE all - quickening light is rolling there , Which bids the ...
... Holy - holy - holy ! Praise- Praise be His in every land ; Safety in His presence stays Sacred is His high command ! JOOST VAN DEN VONdel . HYMN OF ADAM AND EVE . ADAM . THE all - quickening light is rolling there , Which bids the ...
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... holy bond Hath bound - that never shall be broken ! ADAM . " Tis He whose kind and generous care This lovely garden's range hath planted , Where nought that charms desire is wanted , And joy's a guest immortal here . The fount of life ...
... holy bond Hath bound - that never shall be broken ! ADAM . " Tis He whose kind and generous care This lovely garden's range hath planted , Where nought that charms desire is wanted , And joy's a guest immortal here . The fount of life ...
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art thou BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird blaze bless bliss bloom blossom bosom breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer clouds dark dear death deep delight divine dost doth dread earth ELIZA COOK eternal fade fair faith feel fire flowers gaze gloom glorious glory glow golden slumber green hast hath heart heaven heaven's gate heavenly HERBERT KNOWLES holy hope horned owl hour HYMN light live look Lord loved thee lyre MARTIN MARY HOWITT mighty morn mountain nature Nature's night o'er peace perfect law praise prayer pride pure rapture rose round seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies SKYLARK sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm sublime sweet tears tempest tender thine things thou art thoughts throne tree Twas unto voice wave Weep wild winds wings
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10 psl. - Dark-heaving ; boundless, endless, and sublime The image of Eternity the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
24 psl. - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
2 psl. - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
124 psl. - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
26 psl. - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take. His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams...
41 psl. - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
3 psl. - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
2 psl. - And ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
15 psl. - Are not the mountains, waves and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
164 psl. - 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.