The Testimony of the PoetsB.B. Mussey and A. Tompkins, 1854 - 360 Seiten |
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... truths immortal shine ; Truths , none eternally shall fail to heed , For all , O Lord , are Thine , forever Thine . Forgive the thought , that everlasting ill To any can ( 19 )
... truths immortal shine ; Truths , none eternally shall fail to heed , For all , O Lord , are Thine , forever Thine . Forgive the thought , that everlasting ill To any can ( 19 )
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... Truth and Love indeed . III . " He that spared not his own Son , but delivered him up for us all , how shall he not witn him also freely give us all things ? " Romans , viii . 32 . Он , not Thyself , great God , to satisfy ( Who in ...
... Truth and Love indeed . III . " He that spared not his own Son , but delivered him up for us all , how shall he not witn him also freely give us all things ? " Romans , viii . 32 . Он , not Thyself , great God , to satisfy ( Who in ...
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... like a trumpet's note is heard , Waking no doubtful echo in the soul ! Because we are , in truth , most apt to stroll In doubtful ways : - and to the common herd The scourge is needful ! — Nor , indeed , 30 THE TESTIMONY OF THE POETS .
... like a trumpet's note is heard , Waking no doubtful echo in the soul ! Because we are , in truth , most apt to stroll In doubtful ways : - and to the common herd The scourge is needful ! — Nor , indeed , 30 THE TESTIMONY OF THE POETS .
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... truth unseen , Rash we decide what mere externals mean . Know'st thou , while thy proud eye is closed afar , In what mean worm God may illume a star ? Know'st thou where His great Spirit dwells serene ? Thou dost not . What thy pride ...
... truth unseen , Rash we decide what mere externals mean . Know'st thou , while thy proud eye is closed afar , In what mean worm God may illume a star ? Know'st thou where His great Spirit dwells serene ? Thou dost not . What thy pride ...
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... or sorrow turn away , Or tell our bosoms ' tis no longer time For penitence . Yet hear this truth , o'erawed , To say there is no hope , expunges God ! XXII . " The wrath of man worketh not the 36 THE TESTIMONY OF THE POETS .
... or sorrow turn away , Or tell our bosoms ' tis no longer time For penitence . Yet hear this truth , o'erawed , To say there is no hope , expunges God ! XXII . " The wrath of man worketh not the 36 THE TESTIMONY OF THE POETS .
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ABOU BEN ADHEM Alphonse De Lamartine angel beauty behold beneath Bernard Barton bless blesséd blest bliss bosom breast breath bright calm cheerful child Christ clouds dark dead dear death deep divine dost doth doubt dream dust E'en earth earthly Elizabeth Barrett Browning Epes Sargent eternal eyes fair faith Father fear feel flowers forever gloom glorious glory God's grace grave grief happy harvest ended hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope Horace Smith human immortal John Sterling life's light live look Lord mercy mind morning mortal Nature Nature's never night o'er old minster pain peace perish praise prayer Psalm rest Ring Saviour seraphs shine silent skies smile sorrow soul sphere spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Hood Thou art Thou hast thought throne trembling trust truth unto virtue voice wandering weary weep wings wisdom word
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Seite 80 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ! Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage ! thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep Haunted for ever by the eternal mind — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest, On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Seite 116 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Seite 77 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Seite 84 - I have seen A curious Child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped Shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, — sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the Monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native Sea.
Seite 169 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Seite 248 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Seite 90 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Seite 89 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Seite 312 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Seite 170 - tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.