Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious KindOtis, Broaders, 1839 - 288 Seiten |
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... wandering ball ; Sees all , as if that all were one ; Loves one , as if that one were all ; Rolls the swift planets in their spheres , And counts the sinner's lonely tears . MILTON'S SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS . WHEN I consider how 86.
... wandering ball ; Sees all , as if that all were one ; Loves one , as if that one were all ; Rolls the swift planets in their spheres , And counts the sinner's lonely tears . MILTON'S SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS . WHEN I consider how 86.
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... lonely here ; Of low and humble birth ; And mingled , while in this dark sphere , With meanest sons of earth ; In spirit poor , in look forlorn , The jest of mortals and the scorn . A crown of heavenly radiance now , A harp of golden ...
... lonely here ; Of low and humble birth ; And mingled , while in this dark sphere , With meanest sons of earth ; In spirit poor , in look forlorn , The jest of mortals and the scorn . A crown of heavenly radiance now , A harp of golden ...
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... , And make thy wounded bosom whole ? Is not His voice in evening's gale ? Beams not in Him the star so pale ? Is there a leaf can fade or die , Unnoticed by His watchful eye ? Each fluttering hope , each anxious fear , Each lonely 93.
... , And make thy wounded bosom whole ? Is not His voice in evening's gale ? Beams not in Him the star so pale ? Is there a leaf can fade or die , Unnoticed by His watchful eye ? Each fluttering hope , each anxious fear , Each lonely 93.
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... lonely sigh , each silent tear , To thine Almighty Friend are known ; And say'st thou , thou art all alone ? THE TIME TO WEEP . THERE is a time to laugh , When joy may raise his billows like the deep , And twine with wreaths of flowers ...
... lonely sigh , each silent tear , To thine Almighty Friend are known ; And say'st thou , thou art all alone ? THE TIME TO WEEP . THERE is a time to laugh , When joy may raise his billows like the deep , And twine with wreaths of flowers ...
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... lonely with his sinking soul , And musing on the dubious glooms that lie In dim obscurity before him , -thee , Wrapped in thy dark magnificence , I call At this still , midnight hour , this awful season , When , on my bed , in wakeful ...
... lonely with his sinking soul , And musing on the dubious glooms that lie In dim obscurity before him , -thee , Wrapped in thy dark magnificence , I call At this still , midnight hour , this awful season , When , on my bed , in wakeful ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amaranthine angels beams beauty beneath Bernard Barton bids bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow Caroline Fry child clouds cold dark dead death DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dust earth earthly Edmeston Emily Taylor eternal fade fair Father fear feel fire flowers gloom glorious glory glow grace grave grief harp hath heart heaven heavenly Herbert Knowles holy hope hopes and fears hour HYMN leaves light lonely Lord lyre mighty morn mortal Mother's Love mourn night o'er pale peace praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath sacred Savior scene shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sphere spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne tomb tread vale voice wakes wandering wave weep wind wings youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 207 - DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ. I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the hrute. 0 solitude! where are the charms
Seite 274 - of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing. Ye in heaven! On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end! Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, Sure pledge of day, that
Seite 133 - in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars in the sea When the blue ware rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset
Seite 188 - gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye: Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. THE
Seite 205 - the blood of goat, The flesh of rams, I will not prize ; A contrite heart, an humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice." FUNERAL HYMN. YE midnight shades, o'er nature spread! Dumb silence of the dreary hour! In honor of the approaching dead, Around your awful terrors pour. Yes, pour around On this pale ground,
Seite 163 - roam : But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To hold my course to
Seite 188 - vistas into heaven, Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. When night, with wings of stormy gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
Seite 201 - men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all The
Seite 157 - origin divine, God's glorious image—freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE ! GOD'S FIRST TEMPLES.—A
Seite 177 - THE REV. W. MASON. TAKE, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear; Take that best gift, which Heaven so lately gave. To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care, Her faded form—she how'd to taste the wave, And died ! Does youth, does beauty read the line ? Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm ? Speak, dead