Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - 609 páginas |
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... soft light , the sun's glad smile , Watching the blue sky o'er my path of pain , Waiting my summons : whose shall be the eye To glance unkindly ? —I have come to die ! Sweet words to die ! oh pleasant , pleasant sounds , What bright ...
... soft light , the sun's glad smile , Watching the blue sky o'er my path of pain , Waiting my summons : whose shall be the eye To glance unkindly ? —I have come to die ! Sweet words to die ! oh pleasant , pleasant sounds , What bright ...
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... soft veil of innate modesty , How will the world's wild discord reach thy heart To startle and appal ! Thy generous scorn Of all things base and mean - thy quick , keen taste , Dainty and delicate - thy instinctive fear Of those ...
... soft veil of innate modesty , How will the world's wild discord reach thy heart To startle and appal ! Thy generous scorn Of all things base and mean - thy quick , keen taste , Dainty and delicate - thy instinctive fear Of those ...
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... soft chidings , Which I , their mother , learned of Love to give ! Ah , let me stay ! —albeit my heart is weary , Weary and worn , tired of its own sad beat , That finds no echo in this busy world , Which cannot pause to answer - tired ...
... soft chidings , Which I , their mother , learned of Love to give ! Ah , let me stay ! —albeit my heart is weary , Weary and worn , tired of its own sad beat , That finds no echo in this busy world , Which cannot pause to answer - tired ...
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... soft conceit of endless comfort here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! Night - visions may befriend ( as sung above ) : Our waking dreams are fatal . How I dreamt Of things impossible ! ( Could sleep do more ? ) Of joys ...
... soft conceit of endless comfort here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! Night - visions may befriend ( as sung above ) : Our waking dreams are fatal . How I dreamt Of things impossible ! ( Could sleep do more ? ) Of joys ...
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... Soft through a quiet room , That hushed , but not forsaken , seemed— Still , but with nought but gloom : For there , secure in happy age , Whose hope 38 SONGS OF THE SOUL ; Bright lamp of Be glad, my soul, and sing amidst thy Blest that ...
... Soft through a quiet room , That hushed , but not forsaken , seemed— Still , but with nought but gloom : For there , secure in happy age , Whose hope 38 SONGS OF THE SOUL ; Bright lamp of Be glad, my soul, and sing amidst thy Blest that ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adore angels ANON beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blossom breast breath bright brow child clouds crown dark death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair faith Father fear FELICIA HEMANS flame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES gaze gentle glorious glory God's grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN HENRY VAUGHAN HENRY W Here's love holy hope hour hymn immortal JOHN KEBLE let thy life's light live Lord MATTHEW PRIOR mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest ROBERT POLLOK round sacred Saviour shade shalt shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet swelling tears thee thine THOMAS FLATMAN thou art thoughts throne Thy name tongue unto voice wave weary WILLIAM COWPER winds wings
Pasajes populares
Página 521 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Página 532 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Página 117 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 177 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 190 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Página 178 - 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, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 113 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Página 380 - The 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 178 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix, And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.