Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... soft night breeze That lulls the earth to sleep . Where is He ? Ask the storm of fire That bursts from Etna's womb , And ask the glowing lava flood That makes the earth a tomb . Where is He ? Ask the Malstrom's whirl Shivering tall ...
... soft night breeze That lulls the earth to sleep . Where is He ? Ask the storm of fire That bursts from Etna's womb , And ask the glowing lava flood That makes the earth a tomb . Where is He ? Ask the Malstrom's whirl Shivering tall ...
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... soft and mild : It may not long remain . Speak gently to the young , for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may , ' Tis full of anxious care . Speak gently to the aged one , Grieve not the careworn heart ...
... soft and mild : It may not long remain . Speak gently to the young , for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may , ' Tis full of anxious care . Speak gently to the aged one , Grieve not the careworn heart ...
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... soft music dwell , Trust in the Lord , and soon to thee Will ring heaven's Sabbath Bell . A. PATERSON . SUNDAYS observe , think when the bells do chime , ' Tis angel's music , therefore come not late ; God then deals blessings . Let ...
... soft music dwell , Trust in the Lord , and soon to thee Will ring heaven's Sabbath Bell . A. PATERSON . SUNDAYS observe , think when the bells do chime , ' Tis angel's music , therefore come not late ; God then deals blessings . Let ...
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... from thy servant's eyes . When with dear friends sweet talk I hold , And all the flowers of life unfold : Let not my heart within me burn , Except in all I Thee discern . When the soft dews of kindly sleep , My wearied 45.
... from thy servant's eyes . When with dear friends sweet talk I hold , And all the flowers of life unfold : Let not my heart within me burn , Except in all I Thee discern . When the soft dews of kindly sleep , My wearied 45.
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Choice descriptive poetry. When the soft dews of kindly sleep , My wearied eyelids gently steep , Be my last thought , How sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till eve , For without Thee I cannot live ...
Choice descriptive poetry. When the soft dews of kindly sleep , My wearied eyelids gently steep , Be my last thought , How sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till eve , For without Thee I cannot live ...
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angel ask'd bear beauty bell beneath better bless blest blood bloom blow breath breeze bright cease child dead dear death deep delight dust dwell earth earthly England eternal face fair Father field flood flow flowers gently give glorious glory grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour King land leaves light live look Lord meet morn mother mountains night o'er once pass path peace praise pray prayer race reign rest rise round sabbath seek seen shine shore sight sleep smile song soon soul sound Speak spirit spring stand star storm stream sweet tear tell thee thine things thou thought thousand throne tomb trees voice waves wind
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.