Silver Pictures

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H. Cowperthwait, 1856 - 64 Seiten
 

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Seite 23 - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, 'S3 Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Seite 46 - Thy dead men shall live, together with my dead body shall they arise. Awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust, for thy dew is as the dew of herbs ,and the earth shall cast out the dead.
Seite 58 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice...
Seite 54 - Stretching round me everywhere ; Heard I not the grieving Rachels Pour their wailing on the air, Till a wilder miserere With a sharper-thrilling wail Stabbed the air with such an anguish That a listening world grew pale. Then I stripped away the sackcloth And the ashes from my head, Haply to discern this woe Refusing to be comforted. And behold ! the ruthless Archer Bent four times his fatal bow, And with each unblenching arrow, Was a " shining mark
Seite 56 - Even as saith the holy Scripture Of the women in the field, — Four were left, and four were taken, With the mystic symbol sealed. How they went, I may not utter, What sharp way their footsteps trod, How the fiery chariot bore them Smiling martyrs back to God. But I know what weight of anguish Bowed that mother's heart and knee ; Needed she a
Seite 13 - New lovo unutterable ever learning, Beseech HIM, in each unforeseen mutation, That thou mayst come with gentle ministration To me who am an heir of His salvation. And oh ! when I shall feel that I am dying, When to loved lips my own refuse replying, Through the dim darkness let me see thee flying, Mild, mighty Angel...
Seite 55 - ... stripped away the sackcloth And the ashes from my head, Haply to discern this woe Refusing to be comforted. And behold ! the ruthless Archer Bent four times his fatal bow, And with each unblenching arrow, Was a " shining mark" laid low. O the undreamt, awful power Of the human heart for grief! O the strength that bows to breaking, Yet no breaking brings relief ! Proudly used that fond Cornelia To array her treasured pearls ; Three she counted for her Gracchi Flashing by five gentle girls. Rang...
Seite 14 - ... wan eclipse Of this pale repose ! Slumber, aural shells ! Through your spiral cells Weaveth gales of heaven. Stilly, slender feet. Rest from rosy rhyme, With the ringing sweet Of her silver chime ! Holy smile of God, Spread thy glory mild Underneath the sod On this little child ! WREATH AND HARP. I OPED the welcome missive, And there fell upon the ground A Wreath without a fragrance And a Harp without a sound. Mute emblems full of meaning, What did ye teach to me ] What lesson did I gather From...
Seite 56 - ... breaking brings relief ! Proudly used that fond Cornelia To array her treasured pearls ; Three she counted for her Gracchi Flashing by five gentle girls. Rang their mirth in grove and garden. Flew their feet through bower and hall, Their bright presence made the homestead One long scene of festival. When they walked the crowded city They made sunshine everywhere, From the palace, from the hovel, Blessings followed them like air. Some were small and some were stately. Each was fair and all were...
Seite 16 - Discoursing wondrous music, Such as angels love to own. It was a lovely grouping, It was a holy band ; There were little fair-haired children With their mothers by the hand. There were youths of lofty stature, With angelic port and brow, Looking less on sainted maidens Than on the Saviour, now. There were heads which once were hoary In their pilgrimage below, But now the crowns of glory Shed gold upon the snow. One face smiled often on me As I watched it in the skies : I thought it was my father,...

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