Sacred Harmony: The Best Poetical Pieces of the Most Eminent Christian Poets and Writers of England and AmericaC. Daly, 1838 - 304 Seiten |
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... feel it too . TIME . SIR WALTER SCOTT . " WHY sitt'st thou by that ruin'd hall , Thou aged carle , so stern and grey ? Dost thou its former pride recall , Or ponder how it pass'd away ? " " Know'st thou not me ! " the deep voice cried ...
... feel it too . TIME . SIR WALTER SCOTT . " WHY sitt'st thou by that ruin'd hall , Thou aged carle , so stern and grey ? Dost thou its former pride recall , Or ponder how it pass'd away ? " " Know'st thou not me ! " the deep voice cried ...
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... feel thy presence and thy power , As feels the rain yon parched flower ; It lifts its head , spreads forth its bloom , Smiles to the sky , and sheds perfume , A child of woe , sprung from the clod , Through Thee seeks to ascend to GOD ...
... feel thy presence and thy power , As feels the rain yon parched flower ; It lifts its head , spreads forth its bloom , Smiles to the sky , and sheds perfume , A child of woe , sprung from the clod , Through Thee seeks to ascend to GOD ...
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... feeling mind , Oh , let this care begin ; And though the cell be ne'er so low , Respect the guest within .. HYMN AT ... feel that while I stay , A stranger and sojourner here , My soul must seek its homeward way Far , far beyond each ...
... feeling mind , Oh , let this care begin ; And though the cell be ne'er so low , Respect the guest within .. HYMN AT ... feel that while I stay , A stranger and sojourner here , My soul must seek its homeward way Far , far beyond each ...
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... feel Thee in the gloom of night , I see Thee in the morning light . When care distracts my anxious soul , Thy grace can every thought control ; Thy word can still the troubled heart , And peace and confidence impart . If pain invade my ...
... feel Thee in the gloom of night , I see Thee in the morning light . When care distracts my anxious soul , Thy grace can every thought control ; Thy word can still the troubled heart , And peace and confidence impart . If pain invade my ...
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... feel the bitter dart , Most keenly rankling in the heart , By some dark ingrate driven : In us revenge can never burn ; We pity , pardon ; then we turn , And rest our souls in heaven . Tis thou , O Lord , who shield'st my head , And ...
... feel the bitter dart , Most keenly rankling in the heart , By some dark ingrate driven : In us revenge can never burn ; We pity , pardon ; then we turn , And rest our souls in heaven . Tis thou , O Lord , who shield'st my head , And ...
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Sacred Harmony: The Best Poetical Pieces of the Most Eminent Christian Poets ... Charles Daly Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
Sacred Harmony: The Best Poetical Pieces of the Most Eminent Christian Poets ... Charles Daly Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ANON beam beauty Behold beneath bird bless bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm clouds dark dark wave death deep divine dost dream earth eternal fair fear fled flowers gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow grave green greenwood springs hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour HYMN life's light lonely Lord lyre midst morn mortal mother mountains mourn nature's night o'er peace poison'd praise prayer purple finch rapture rest rill round SACRED HARMONY shade shed shine sigh silent silver beech sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star Star of Bethlehem storm stream sweet sweet child swell tears tell tempests thee thine thou art thought throne thundering bands thy soul tomb trees trembling vale vengeance rise voice waves weep wild winds wings youth
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Seite 47 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they...
Seite 112 - God! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill. With all the waters of the firmament. The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages ; when, at thy call.
Seite 110 - But thou art here — thou fill'st The solitude. Thou art in the soft winds That run along the summit of these trees In music ; thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt — the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee.
Seite 9 - Deep horror then my vitals froze, death-struck, -I ceased the tide to stem; when suddenly a star arose — it was the Star of Bethlehem.
Seite 256 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given — For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Seite 109 - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Seite 19 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Seite 16 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Seite 256 - And as if strength were given him of God, He rose up calmly and composed the pall Firmly and decently, — and left him there, As if his rest had been a breathing sleep.
Seite 6 - THERE is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night ; There is an ear that never shuts, When sink the beams of light. 2 There is an arm that never tires, When human strength gives way ; There is a love that never fails, When earthly loves decay.