The Pilgrim's Staff: Poems Divine and MoralDuffield, 1906 - 134 páginas |
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... hearts of men , and to unite under one broad banner war- ring denominations , the honour of bringing this to pass will be ac- corded , in no small measure , to the writers of spiritual verse . What church would not vi TO THE READER.
... hearts of men , and to unite under one broad banner war- ring denominations , the honour of bringing this to pass will be ac- corded , in no small measure , to the writers of spiritual verse . What church would not vi TO THE READER.
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... hearts to ache . But let these frailties prove Affection's exercise , And that discretion teach our love Which wins the noblest prize : So time , which wears away , And ruins all things else , Shall fix our love on Thee for aye , In ...
... hearts to ache . But let these frailties prove Affection's exercise , And that discretion teach our love Which wins the noblest prize : So time , which wears away , And ruins all things else , Shall fix our love on Thee for aye , In ...
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... my body to that dust It so much loves ; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy Tomb . Stay for me there ; I will not faile To meet thee in that hollow Vale : And think not much of my delay : I am 26 The Pilgrim's Staff.
... my body to that dust It so much loves ; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy Tomb . Stay for me there ; I will not faile To meet thee in that hollow Vale : And think not much of my delay : I am 26 The Pilgrim's Staff.
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... heart , Till we shall meet and never part . Francis Quarles ( 1592-1644 ) Mors Tua AN he be fair , that withers at a blast ? Or he be strong , that aiery breath can cast ? Can he be wise , that knows not how to live ? Or he be rich ...
... heart , Till we shall meet and never part . Francis Quarles ( 1592-1644 ) Mors Tua AN he be fair , that withers at a blast ? Or he be strong , that aiery breath can cast ? Can he be wise , that knows not how to live ? Or he be rich ...
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... heart ; and climbing still , When I had gain'd the brow and top , A lake of brackish waters on the ground Was all I found . With that abash'd and struck with many a sting Of swarming fears , • I fell and cried , Alas , my King , Can ...
... heart ; and climbing still , When I had gain'd the brow and top , A lake of brackish waters on the ground Was all I found . With that abash'd and struck with many a sting Of swarming fears , • I fell and cried , Alas , my King , Can ...
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The Pilgrim's Staff: Poems Divine and Moral (Classic Reprint) Fitz Roy Carrington Prévia não disponível - 2017 |
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Alexander Pope Amner Angels ask'd Augustus Montague Toplady Awake babe beautiful Bishop of Calcutta blast blood body dead-alive breast breath Brightest and best Charles Wesley Christina G Cowper dark day most calm dear death Divine dost doth dwell ears eternal fair farewell earth's bliss fear flower forbear to weep glorious Lord grace grief happy home hath heart Heaven Heber Herbert Hierusalem holy Isaac Watts Jehovah's awful throne John John Milton Joseph Addison King light live Lord God Almighty Lord have mercy Lord my pasture Lycidas madest earth mirth morning Muse never night that covers painting pasture shall prepare Peace Poems praise Quarles reachest Reginald Heber Robert Louis Stevenson saints Saviour shade Shepherd shine sick sleep song sorrows soul sprite Sweet baby sweetly tears thee thine eyes thou art Thou hast thou heavy thousand tongues Watts Wesley wide and starry William Ernest Henley Wither
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Página 87 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Página 47 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Página 34 - The Sundays of Man's life, Threaded together on Time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the Wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday, Heaven's gate stands ope! Blessings are plentiful and rife; More plentiful than hope!
Página 11 - Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow; And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and souls
Página 44 - Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood : But now my oat proceeds. And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea, He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain?
Página 43 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears; "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in Heaven expect thy meed.
Página 45 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Página 42 - Tempered to the oaten flute ; Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long, And old Damaetas loved to hear our song. But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return ! Thee, shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes mourn.