An Excursion Among the PoetsH. C. Foster J.C. Foster, 1853 - 360 Seiten |
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... pass away . They come and go , and come again ; They're ours , whatever time they stay : Think not , my heart , they come in vain , If one brief while they soothe thy pain Before they pass away . But whither go they ? No one knows but ...
... pass away . They come and go , and come again ; They're ours , whatever time they stay : Think not , my heart , they come in vain , If one brief while they soothe thy pain Before they pass away . But whither go they ? No one knows but ...
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... pass away , Thrones fall , and nations disappear , and worlds Grow old and go to wreck ; the soul alone Endures , and what she chooseth for herself , The arbiter of her own destiny , That only shall be permanent . Mrs. Southey . THERE ...
... pass away , Thrones fall , and nations disappear , and worlds Grow old and go to wreck ; the soul alone Endures , and what she chooseth for herself , The arbiter of her own destiny , That only shall be permanent . Mrs. Southey . THERE ...
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... pass away ; Charity endures for aye ! Hope must in possession die ; Faith in blissful certainty ; - These to gladden each were given ; Love , or Charity for Heaven ! - For , in brighter realms above , Charity survives as Love . Love to ...
... pass away ; Charity endures for aye ! Hope must in possession die ; Faith in blissful certainty ; - These to gladden each were given ; Love , or Charity for Heaven ! - For , in brighter realms above , Charity survives as Love . Love to ...
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... pass some few years , Thy flowering Spring , thy Summer's ardent strength , Thy sober Autumn fading into age , And pale concluding Winter comes at last , And shuts the scene . Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those ...
... pass some few years , Thy flowering Spring , thy Summer's ardent strength , Thy sober Autumn fading into age , And pale concluding Winter comes at last , And shuts the scene . Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those ...
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... only saw A little part , deemed evil , is no more : The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass , AND ONE UNBOUNDED SPRING ENCIRCLE ALL ! ļ 1 # Sir John Davies . 1570-1626 . THE SOUL'S HIGH DESTINY 172 JAMES THOMSON .
... only saw A little part , deemed evil , is no more : The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass , AND ONE UNBOUNDED SPRING ENCIRCLE ALL ! ļ 1 # Sir John Davies . 1570-1626 . THE SOUL'S HIGH DESTINY 172 JAMES THOMSON .
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ABOU BEN ADHEM Alphonse De Lamartine angel art thou beauty behold beneath Bernard Barton bless blest bliss bosom breast breath bright canst cheer child Christ clouds dark dead dear death deep divine doth doubt dread dream dust E'en earth earthly eternal eyes fair faith Father Father divine fear feel flowers glad gloom glorious glory God's grace grave grief happy Hartley Coleridge harvest ended hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope Horace Smith human immortal John Sterling life's light live Lord mercy mind morning mortal nature Nature's never night o'er old minster pain peace perish praise prayer Psalm rest Ring Saviour seraphs shine silent sing skies smile sorrow soul soul's spirit stars sweet taught tears thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love trembling trust truth unto voice wandering weary weep wilt wings wisdom word
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Seite 79 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Seite 116 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Seite 170 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Seite 257 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Seite 199 - Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without be rich no more : So shalt thou feed...
Seite 330 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Seite 77 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Seite 84 - I have seen A curious Child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped Shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, — sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the Monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native Sea.
Seite 87 - And joy its own security. And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide...
Seite 90 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?