Thoughts on wheels. The climbing boy's soliloquies. Songs of Zion, being imitations of the Psalms. Narratives. Tributary poems. Miscellaneous poemsSorin & Ball, 1845 |
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... Bright round my head those bubbles broke , Poorer from every dream I woke ; Wealth came , but not the wealth I sought ; Wisdom was wealth to me ; and taught My feet to miss thy gates , -that lay , Like toll - bars on the old " broad ...
... Bright round my head those bubbles broke , Poorer from every dream I woke ; Wealth came , but not the wealth I sought ; Wisdom was wealth to me ; and taught My feet to miss thy gates , -that lay , Like toll - bars on the old " broad ...
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... bright an image of his thought , That nations , barbarous or refined , Might worship there th ' immortal mind , That gave their ravish'd eyes to see A meteor glimpse of Deity ; A ray of Nature's purest light , Shot through the gulf of ...
... bright an image of his thought , That nations , barbarous or refined , Might worship there th ' immortal mind , That gave their ravish'd eyes to see A meteor glimpse of Deity ; A ray of Nature's purest light , Shot through the gulf of ...
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... bright ; Fine things , I cannot tell their names , Dazed and bewitch'd me quite . Master soon thwack'd them out my head- The chimney must be swept ! Yet in the grate the coals were red ; I stamp'd , and scream'd , and wept . I kneel'd ...
... bright ; Fine things , I cannot tell their names , Dazed and bewitch'd me quite . Master soon thwack'd them out my head- The chimney must be swept ! Yet in the grate the coals were red ; I stamp'd , and scream'd , and wept . I kneel'd ...
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... bright . Through the blue heaven I stretch'd my hand To touch its beams , -it broke Like a sea - bubble on the sand ; Then all fell dark . - I woke . NO . III . - EASTER - MONDAY AT SHEFFIELD . YES , there are some that think of me ...
... bright . Through the blue heaven I stretch'd my hand To touch its beams , -it broke Like a sea - bubble on the sand ; Then all fell dark . - I woke . NO . III . - EASTER - MONDAY AT SHEFFIELD . YES , there are some that think of me ...
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... Bright from the east the morning broke , Thy comforts rose on me again . I will not fear , though armed throngs Compass my steps , in all their wrath : Salvation to the Lord belongs ; His presence guards his people's path . PSALM IV.—No ...
... Bright from the east the morning broke , Thy comforts rose on me again . I will not fear , though armed throngs Compass my steps , in all their wrath : Salvation to the Lord belongs ; His presence guards his people's path . PSALM IV.—No ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
age to age amidst art thou beauty behold bellis perennis beneath beneath the sky bird birth bless bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath bright clouds cried darkness dead dear death dream dust earth eternity evanescent face fear fire fix'd flame fled flowers foes gloom glory grace grave GREENLAND grief hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour Jehovah King land light living look'd Lord lyre mercy mind moon Morna morning mother's mountains Nature's never night numbers o'er ocean Paradise peace praise prayer PSALM rapture rest rose round seem'd shade Sheffield shine sight sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stand star star by star storm sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought throne tomb trembling truth turn'd Twas vale voice wake weep wild wind wing youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 75 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Seite 421 - So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain. Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne,
Seite 345 - I gave him all ; he blessed it, brake, And ate; but gave me part again; Mine was an angel's portion then; For, while I fed with eager haste, That crust was manna to my taste.
Seite 235 - Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man — and who was he ? Mortal, howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Seite 235 - Alternate triumphed in his breast; His bliss and woe, a smile, a tear ! Oblivion hides the rest. The bounding pulse, the languid limb, The changing spirits' rise and fall, We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all.
Seite 363 - THE bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing Sings in the shade when all things rest : — In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. 2 When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus...
Seite 347 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Seite 65 - Confesses he has none. 428. 7s. M. 6 1. The Soul panting for God. 1 As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for thee, Pants the living God to see ; When, O when, with filial fear, Lord, shall I to thee draw near ? 2 Why art thou cast down, my soul ? God, thy God, shall make thee whole : Why art thou disquieted ? God shall lift thy fallen head, And his countenance benign Be the saving health of thine.
Seite 342 - Thrice welcome, little English flower! My mother-country's white and red, In rose or lily, till this hour, Never to me such beauty spread: Transplanted from thine island-bed, A treasure in a grain of earth, Strange as a spirit from the dead, Thine embryo sprang to birth.
Seite 76 - And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in His path to birth : Before Him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go, And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow.