Sabbath bells chimed by the poets (selected by the ed. of The poetry of the year).

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Página 3 - Th' indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light : Thy Torch doth show the way.
Página 41 - How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on.
Página 98 - I view the embattled tower Whence all the music. I again perceive The soothing influence of the wafted strains, And settle in soft musings as I tread The walk still verdant under oaks and elms, Whose outspread branches overarch the glade. The roof...
Página 118 - The next world's gladness prepossessed in this ; A day to seek ; Eternity in time ; the steps by which We climb above all ages ; lamps that light Man through his heap of dark days ; and the rich And full redemption of the whole week's flight ; The pulleys unto headlong man ; time's bower ; The narrow way ; Transplanted paradise ; God's walking hour ; The cool o...
Página 99 - When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave To do the like; our bodies but forerun The spirit's duty, true hearts spread and heave Unto their God, as flowers do to the sun: Give him thy first thoughts then, so shall thou keep Him company all day, and in him sleep.
Página 5 - The brightness of that day We sullied by our foul offence : Wherefore that robe we cast away, Having a new at his expense, Whose drops of blood paid the full price, That was required to make us gay, And fit for Paradise. Thou art a day of mirth : And where the...
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