Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... wave , Where these cold limbs were laid to rest . And years on years shall circle round , Till millions more have died like me : At length shall come the trumpet's sound , All ears shall hear ! all eyes shall see ! A glorious troop ...
... wave , Where these cold limbs were laid to rest . And years on years shall circle round , Till millions more have died like me : At length shall come the trumpet's sound , All ears shall hear ! all eyes shall see ! A glorious troop ...
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... thy spectre's fled , And the angel Hope , instead , Lights from heaven upon thy head . St. Helena's dungeon - keep Scowls defiance o'er the deep ; There a Hero's relics sleep . Mammon's plague - ships throng the waves ; Oh ! D 2 27.
... thy spectre's fled , And the angel Hope , instead , Lights from heaven upon thy head . St. Helena's dungeon - keep Scowls defiance o'er the deep ; There a Hero's relics sleep . Mammon's plague - ships throng the waves ; Oh ! D 2 27.
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Choice descriptive poetry. Mammon's plague - ships throng the waves ; Oh ! ' twere mercy to the slaves , Were the maws of sharks their graves . Hercules , thy pillars stand , Sentinels of sea and land ; Cloud - capt Atlas towers at hand ...
Choice descriptive poetry. Mammon's plague - ships throng the waves ; Oh ! ' twere mercy to the slaves , Were the maws of sharks their graves . Hercules , thy pillars stand , Sentinels of sea and land ; Cloud - capt Atlas towers at hand ...
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... wave ; Nor birch , although its slender tress Be beautifully fair , As graceful in its loveliness As maiden's flowing hair . ' Tis not the poplar , though its height May from afar be seen ; Nor beech , although its boughs be dight With ...
... wave ; Nor birch , although its slender tress Be beautifully fair , As graceful in its loveliness As maiden's flowing hair . ' Tis not the poplar , though its height May from afar be seen ; Nor beech , although its boughs be dight With ...
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... wave : For the deck it was their field of fame , And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell ... waves , Her home is on the deep : With thunders from her native oak , She quells the floods below , As they roar on ...
... wave : For the deck it was their field of fame , And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell ... waves , Her home is on the deep : With thunders from her native oak , She quells the floods below , As they roar on ...
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.