Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... Home 46 Faith and Hope Contentment Prayer for Contentment The Night - blowing Cereus . 50 National Anthem 47 The Harvest Home 88888 86 86 89 90 49 Prayer for Old England 91 92 Back Piety Heaven of the Bottar Land PAOF Love Never Faileth.
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... harvest to their sickle yield ; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys ...
... harvest to their sickle yield ; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys ...
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... , at times opprest , It here is tried and purified , Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care , But the harvest - time of Love is there . SOUTHEY . THOU GOD SEEST ME . I'm not too young for F 2 51 Prayer.
... , at times opprest , It here is tried and purified , Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care , But the harvest - time of Love is there . SOUTHEY . THOU GOD SEEST ME . I'm not too young for F 2 51 Prayer.
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... harvest home . Most awful truth , and is it so ? Must all the world the harvest know ? Is every man a wheat or tare ? Then for the harvest , Oh ! prepare ! For soon the reaping time will come , And angels shout the harvest home . To ...
... harvest home . Most awful truth , and is it so ? Must all the world the harvest know ? Is every man a wheat or tare ? Then for the harvest , Oh ! prepare ! For soon the reaping time will come , And angels shout the harvest home . To ...
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... harvest home . But all who truly righteous be , Their Father's Kingdom then shall see ; Shine like the sun for ever there- He that hath ears , then , let him hear ; For soon the reaping time will come , And angels shout the harvest home ...
... harvest home . But all who truly righteous be , Their Father's Kingdom then shall see ; Shine like the sun for ever there- He that hath ears , then , let him hear ; For soon the reaping time will come , And angels shout the harvest home ...
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.