New Cyclopaedia of Poetical Illustrations: Adapted to Christian Teaching: Embracing Poems, Odes, Legends, Lyrics, Hymns, Sonnets, Extracts, EtcW.C. Palmer, 1872 - 696 psl. |
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... o'er thee roll , And songs and dance thy power confess- I will not touch thee ; for there clings A scorpion to thy side that stings . John Pierpont . 16. ACQUIESCENCE , Confiding , I know not what will befall me ! God hangs a mist o'er ...
... o'er thee roll , And songs and dance thy power confess- I will not touch thee ; for there clings A scorpion to thy side that stings . John Pierpont . 16. ACQUIESCENCE , Confiding , I know not what will befall me ! God hangs a mist o'er ...
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... o'er thy friend's low bier , Dost shed the bitter drops like rain , Hope that a brighter , happier sphere Will give ... o'er and o'er , and heats it , And lets it cool , and makes it glow ; And yet I whisper , " As God will ! " And in ...
... o'er thy friend's low bier , Dost shed the bitter drops like rain , Hope that a brighter , happier sphere Will give ... o'er and o'er , and heats it , And lets it cool , and makes it glow ; And yet I whisper , " As God will ! " And in ...
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... o'er and o'er they throw . No clod escaped their zealous toil , E'en through a sieve they passed the soil , And drew the rakes across , around , For ev'ry stone upon the ground ; But of the treasure saw no trace ; Each thought ' twas ...
... o'er and o'er they throw . No clod escaped their zealous toil , E'en through a sieve they passed the soil , And drew the rakes across , around , For ev'ry stone upon the ground ; But of the treasure saw no trace ; Each thought ' twas ...
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... o'er this smiling scene the wintry storm Of dark affliction sheds its lurid gloom , Wafting upon its blast Destruction's form , Who calls , with voice of thunder , to the tomb ; Like lightning flashing o'er the sleeper's head , He wakes ...
... o'er this smiling scene the wintry storm Of dark affliction sheds its lurid gloom , Wafting upon its blast Destruction's form , Who calls , with voice of thunder , to the tomb ; Like lightning flashing o'er the sleeper's head , He wakes ...
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... O'er my cold limbs the needed vest ye spread , A stranger was I , and ye took me in ; I pined in sickness , and ye brought relief ; In the deep dungeon and ye soothed my grief ; Then the first opening of the flower is seen ; For these ...
... O'er my cold limbs the needed vest ye spread , A stranger was I , and ye took me in ; I pined in sickness , and ye brought relief ; In the deep dungeon and ye soothed my grief ; Then the first opening of the flower is seen ; For these ...
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angels bear beauty beneath blessed bliss blood breath bright bring clouds comes cross crown dark dead death deep divine doth dream dust earth England eternal face fair faith fall Father fear feel fire flowers forever give glory gold grace grave hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour human Jesus John King land leave light live look Lord lost mind mortal nature never night o'er once pain pass peace pleasure poor praise prayer rest rise round shine sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stand stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought throne true truth turn voice wait waves weary wind wings young
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107 psl. - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
57 psl. - Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart: As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
383 psl. - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene one step enough for me.
555 psl. - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept,...
106 psl. - Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
442 psl. - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be. Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
610 psl. - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
383 psl. - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
17 psl. - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
230 psl. - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.