Moral and Sacred PoetryEditors, 1829 - 296 Seiten |
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... leaf , a blossom .. Not seldom , clad in radiant vest ...... Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep 59 Now let the bright reverse be known 172 Now the golden morn aloft No war , nor battle's sound 253 283 51 97 51 14 .... .... 41 136 ...
... leaf , a blossom .. Not seldom , clad in radiant vest ...... Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep 59 Now let the bright reverse be known 172 Now the golden morn aloft No war , nor battle's sound 253 283 51 97 51 14 .... .... 41 136 ...
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... leaves around us falling See where it smokes along the sounding 171 See yonder comes the powerful King .. 108 Self - flattered , unexperienced , high 122 She is fallen , she is fall'n .. 213 26 She was adorn'd with what all Earth .. 117 ...
... leaves around us falling See where it smokes along the sounding 171 See yonder comes the powerful King .. 108 Self - flattered , unexperienced , high 122 She is fallen , she is fall'n .. 213 26 She was adorn'd with what all Earth .. 117 ...
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... leaves the sky To wipe the drooping mourner's eye , And give the weary rest . There smiles a kind propitious God- To greet the harbinger of day ; Or view him sink in ocean's bed , Thy love , O God , paints every ray . In the fresh balmy ...
... leaves the sky To wipe the drooping mourner's eye , And give the weary rest . There smiles a kind propitious God- To greet the harbinger of day ; Or view him sink in ocean's bed , Thy love , O God , paints every ray . In the fresh balmy ...
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... leaf that trembles to the breeze , I hear the voice of God among the trees ; With thee in shady solitudes I walk , With thee in busy , crowded cities talk , In every creature own thy forming power , In each event thy providence adore ...
... leaf that trembles to the breeze , I hear the voice of God among the trees ; With thee in shady solitudes I walk , With thee in busy , crowded cities talk , In every creature own thy forming power , In each event thy providence adore ...
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... leaves , And every murmur of the sea- Tunes its sweet voice to worship Thee . And we , creation's princes , we The children of the Deity , The wise - the strong - whose thoughts can soar Heaven's brightest , highest , concave o'er ; And ...
... leaves , And every murmur of the sea- Tunes its sweet voice to worship Thee . And we , creation's princes , we The children of the Deity , The wise - the strong - whose thoughts can soar Heaven's brightest , highest , concave o'er ; And ...
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angels ANON art thou beam beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss blood divine bloom breast breath bright charms clouds COWPER dark dead death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth EDMESTON eternal fair fear flame flowers gale gaze Gethsemane gloom glorious glory golden grace grave hand HAREBELL harp hast hath hear heart heaven hope hosannas hour immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King light living Lord mercy mighty morning mortal mountains Mowsley muse nature's night o'er pale peace poison'd POLLOK praise pride quire rapture rill rise rose round scene seraphs shade shalt shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring staind Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thro throne tomb trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings
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Seite 90 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Seite 164 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Seite 228 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Seite 203 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Seite 26 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Seite 47 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Seite 90 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
Seite 225 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Seite 270 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I saw the last of human mould That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime ! The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man...
Seite 203 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.