Poetic Prism, Or, Original and Reflected Rays from Modern Verse Sacred and SeriousRobert Northmore Greville Maclachlan, Stewart, & Company, 1848 - 404 psl. |
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... breast Showed how near motion could resemble rest ; Yet grander looked he in his couchant might , Than when with strength only not infinite , Maddened with pride , he lifts his waves on high , As ' twere his aim to fill the vaulted sky ...
... breast Showed how near motion could resemble rest ; Yet grander looked he in his couchant might , Than when with strength only not infinite , Maddened with pride , he lifts his waves on high , As ' twere his aim to fill the vaulted sky ...
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... so meet For dying saints , so calm and sweet , As Jesus ' holy breast ! She pillow'd there her drooping head , And when her gentle spirit fled , I knew that she was blest . Ye praying souls , who long to lead The dear POETIC PRISM . 9.
... so meet For dying saints , so calm and sweet , As Jesus ' holy breast ! She pillow'd there her drooping head , And when her gentle spirit fled , I knew that she was blest . Ye praying souls , who long to lead The dear POETIC PRISM . 9.
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... gospel whispers , in the hour When earthly props decay ; And lifts the thoughts to realms of rest , Where joys eternal cheer the breast , And tears are wiped away . " Weep not , " my brother ! though the 18 POETIC PRISM . Dr Huie,
... gospel whispers , in the hour When earthly props decay ; And lifts the thoughts to realms of rest , Where joys eternal cheer the breast , And tears are wiped away . " Weep not , " my brother ! though the 18 POETIC PRISM . Dr Huie,
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... breast ! On thy bent brow there is a sign , Though fiercely flushed with harlot - wine , That notes thee doomed to wrath divine ; Oh , who would be thy guest ! Heb . xiii . 12 , 13 : Far rather would we rest our dead , Where spring 28 ...
... breast ! On thy bent brow there is a sign , Though fiercely flushed with harlot - wine , That notes thee doomed to wrath divine ; Oh , who would be thy guest ! Heb . xiii . 12 , 13 : Far rather would we rest our dead , Where spring 28 ...
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... breast be heaving ? Oh , no ! I'll bless the chain , Which to this couch of pain Has bound me long , for ' tis of Mercy's weaving . What though I tread no more The temple's hallowed floor 30 POETIC PRISM . "Moral of Flowers,"
... breast be heaving ? Oh , no ! I'll bless the chain , Which to this couch of pain Has bound me long , for ' tis of Mercy's weaving . What though I tread no more The temple's hallowed floor 30 POETIC PRISM . "Moral of Flowers,"
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Poetic Prism, Or, Original and Reflected Rays from Modern Verse Sacred and ... Robert Northmore Greville Visos knygos peržiūra - 1848 |
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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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20 psl. - 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.
395 psl. - BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the Heaven...
183 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.
236 psl. - 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.
107 psl. - 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.
26 psl. - 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.
107 psl. - 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.
254 psl. - 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.
183 psl. - 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...