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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... hand : Whose power , whose wisdom , though all thought above , Are yet both lost in His Almightier love ! V. " And there was no more sea ! " Rest for the weary ! what so sweet as rest ? Go , ask the pale mechanic at his loom ; Or him ...
... hand : Whose power , whose wisdom , though all thought above , Are yet both lost in His Almightier love ! V. " And there was no more sea ! " Rest for the weary ! what so sweet as rest ? Go , ask the pale mechanic at his loom ; Or him ...
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... no guards defend This palace gate . That pavement damp and cold No smiling courtiers tread ; One silent woman stands , Lifting with meagre hands , A dying head ! No mingling voices sound ; An infant wail alone ; 22 POETIC PRISM .
... no guards defend This palace gate . That pavement damp and cold No smiling courtiers tread ; One silent woman stands , Lifting with meagre hands , A dying head ! No mingling voices sound ; An infant wail alone ; 22 POETIC PRISM .
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... hand , Whom it delights to worship as its own ; While to its favoured view the angelic band Shines forth , whom God appoints around his saints to stand . Faith lifts the veil that covers unseen things , And 40 POETIC PRISM .
... hand , Whom it delights to worship as its own ; While to its favoured view the angelic band Shines forth , whom God appoints around his saints to stand . Faith lifts the veil that covers unseen things , And 40 POETIC PRISM .
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... Reflecting beams of Deity , Like stars in his right hand . So shall our schools be found As gardens of the Lord ; And fruits of holiness abound Where'er we plant the Word . THE WIDOW OF NAIN . N. P. WILLIS . THE POETIC PRISM . 77.
... Reflecting beams of Deity , Like stars in his right hand . So shall our schools be found As gardens of the Lord ; And fruits of holiness abound Where'er we plant the Word . THE WIDOW OF NAIN . N. P. WILLIS . THE POETIC PRISM . 77.
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... hands , Followed an aged woman . Her short steps Faltered with weakness , and a broken moan Fell from her lips , thicken'd convulsively As her heart bled afresh . The pitying crowd Followed apart , but no one spoke to her . She had no ...
... hands , Followed an aged woman . Her short steps Faltered with weakness , and a broken moan Fell from her lips , thicken'd convulsively As her heart bled afresh . The pitying crowd Followed apart , but no one spoke to her . She had no ...
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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...