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... blooms beneath the hill , Must shortly fade away . And soon , too soon , the wintry hour , Of man's maturer age , Will shake the soul with sorrow's power , And stormy passion's rage ! O Thou , whose infant feet were found Within thy ...
... blooms beneath the hill , Must shortly fade away . And soon , too soon , the wintry hour , Of man's maturer age , Will shake the soul with sorrow's power , And stormy passion's rage ! O Thou , whose infant feet were found Within thy ...
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... bloom ; For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb , It is there , it is there , my child ! MRS . HEMANS . THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM . Jeremiah xix .; xxxiii . B 2 3 Heaven or the Better Land Prayer for a Little Child PAGE 51 52 52.
... bloom ; For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb , It is there , it is there , my child ! MRS . HEMANS . THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM . Jeremiah xix .; xxxiii . B 2 3 Heaven or the Better Land Prayer for a Little Child PAGE 51 52 52.
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... bloom Give to each faint and languid breeze Its rich and rare perfume . Let Portugal and haughty Spain Display their orange - groves ; And France exult her vines to train Around her trim alcoves . Old England has a tree as strong , As ...
... bloom Give to each faint and languid breeze Its rich and rare perfume . Let Portugal and haughty Spain Display their orange - groves ; And France exult her vines to train Around her trim alcoves . Old England has a tree as strong , As ...
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... bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river , A moment white - then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race , That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form , Evanishing amid the storm . ROBERT ...
... bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river , A moment white - then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race , That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form , Evanishing amid the storm . ROBERT ...
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... 'd , what an emblem is this , Thus blooming afar from the land of its birth , Of Him whose own land is a region of bliss , Though he grew as a plant in this garden of earth . ' Twas thus , while the world all around him 50 35 land.
... 'd , what an emblem is this , Thus blooming afar from the land of its birth , Of Him whose own land is a region of bliss , Though he grew as a plant in this garden of earth . ' Twas thus , while the world all around him 50 35 land.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Seite 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Seite 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Seite 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Seite 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.