The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Volumen11Alfred Henry Miles G. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1906 |
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Página 26
... round the pole the eternal billows freeze , Plucks from their jaws the stricken whale , in vain Plunging down headlong through the whirling main -His wastes of ice are lovelier in his eye Than all the flowery vales beneath the sky ; And ...
... round the pole the eternal billows freeze , Plucks from their jaws the stricken whale , in vain Plunging down headlong through the whirling main -His wastes of ice are lovelier in his eye Than all the flowery vales beneath the sky ; And ...
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... round his vessel blow , Remorseless as the gulf that yawns below , Is he who toils upon the wafting flood , A Christian broker in the trade of blood ; Boisterous in speech , in action prompt and bold , He buys , he sells , he steals ...
... round his vessel blow , Remorseless as the gulf that yawns below , Is he who toils upon the wafting flood , A Christian broker in the trade of blood ; Boisterous in speech , in action prompt and bold , He buys , he sells , he steals ...
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... round , " Made perfect " by the Saviour's blood , With virtue clothed , with honour crowned , " The spirits of the just " are found : There tears no more of sorrow start , Pain flies the unmolested heart , And life in bliss unites whom ...
... round , " Made perfect " by the Saviour's blood , With virtue clothed , with honour crowned , " The spirits of the just " are found : There tears no more of sorrow start , Pain flies the unmolested heart , And life in bliss unites whom ...
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... Of wonders untold , Almighty , Thy power Hath founded of old ; Hath stablish'd it fast By a changeless decree , And round it hath cast , Like a mantle , the sea . Thy bountiful care What tongue can recite ? It breathes 43 plished ...
... Of wonders untold , Almighty , Thy power Hath founded of old ; Hath stablish'd it fast By a changeless decree , And round it hath cast , Like a mantle , the sea . Thy bountiful care What tongue can recite ? It breathes 43 plished ...
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... its haunted shade ; Or round a tomb his scales to wreathe Fit warder in the gate of Death . Come on I - yet pause ! Behold us now Beneath the bamboo's arched bough , 1 Where , gemming oft that sacred gloom , Glows 61 FOEMS. ...
... its haunted shade ; Or round a tomb his scales to wreathe Fit warder in the gate of Death . Come on I - yet pause ! Behold us now Beneath the bamboo's arched bough , 1 Where , gemming oft that sacred gloom , Glows 61 FOEMS. ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED H angels beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright calm CAROLINE CLIVE Christ Christian CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH Church clouds dark dear death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly eternal faith Father fear flowers glorious glory glow God's grace grave hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly Henry HENRY ALFORD HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope Horatius Bonar hour hymns Jesus John Henry Newman JOHN MASON NEALE JOHN STUART BLACKIE Keble King life's light live Lord night o'er pain passed peace poems poet poetry prayer rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH RICHARD MANT sacred saints Saviour sight silent sing sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thro throne toil truth unto verse voice weary weep winds wings wonder Wordsworth
Pasajes populares
Página 53 - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, only thou art holy, there is none beside thee perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! all thy works shall praise thy name in earth and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy!
Página 5 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Página 248 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Página 215 - NEARER, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ! Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee...
Página 215 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Página 161 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Página 13 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try : Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry—
Página 21 - Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ?" Art thou a man ? — a patriot ? — look around ; Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home...
Página 85 - Just as I am Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come...
Página 11 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.