Songs of Praise and Poems of Devotion in the Christian CenturiesHenry Coppée E. H. Butler & Company, 1860 - 264 Seiten |
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Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
AMELIA OPIE angel ANTIGONE Beatific vision beautiful beneath birds bless bloom blossoms bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow CATHERINE WINKWORTH CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA charm cheek clouds crown dark death deep DELAWARE WATER GAP disciple band dream dwell earth ELiza Cook fair fear feet flowers gaze gentle Give me armor glad gleam glow grace grave green hand hath heard heart Heaven holy Hosanna hour JOANNA BAILLIE laurel bands life's light lips look lyre melody merry morn murmur night o'er pale peace PILGRIM'S REST poetesses poets praise prayer pure rest river round SCHMOLZE shade shadow sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm sunshine sweet swell swing-we tears thee thine thou art thought tones tread trees trembling virgin train voice warm wave weary weep wild winds wings woman's youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 89 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Seite 95 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Seite 88 - England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came: Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Seite 88 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free! The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home ! There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there.
Seite 91 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh Death ! We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea.
Seite 87 - THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant branches tossed...
Seite 162 - Queen' from hill to mart, — She heard through all her beating heart, And turned and wept — She wept, to wear a crown ! God save thee, weeping Queen ! Thou shalt be well beloved ! The tyrant's sceptre cannot move, As those pure tears have moved ! The nature in thine eyes we see...
Seite 92 - Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season — all are ours, to die! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air; Thou art around us in our peaceful home, And the world calls us forth — and thou art there.
Seite 85 - Bright you sparkle on your way, O'er the yellow pebbles dancing, Through the flowers and foliage glancing, Like a child at play. River! River! swelling River ! On you rush o'er rough and smooth, — Louder, faster, brawling, leaping Over rocks by rose-banks sweeping, Like impetuous youth. River ! River ! brimming River ! Broad, and deep, and still as time, Seeming still — yet still in motion, Tending onward to the ocean, Just like mortal prime.
Seite 314 - Deity, calmly unfurled, It bent from the cloud, and encircled the world. There are moments, I think, when the spirit receives Whole volumes of thought on its unwritten leaves; When the folds of the heart in a moment unclose, Like the innermost leaves from the heart of a rose...