The Gem book of poesie, by the author of 'The ancient poets and poetry of England'.1846 - 160 páginas |
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... bowers ; They lift up their heads in sensations of bliss , And he plants on their eyes full of tears a fond kiss : The trees of each darkling and deep tangled grove , 34 SUNRISE . Sunrise, Natural and Spiritual (Martin)
... bowers ; They lift up their heads in sensations of bliss , And he plants on their eyes full of tears a fond kiss : The trees of each darkling and deep tangled grove , 34 SUNRISE . Sunrise, Natural and Spiritual (Martin)
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... tear ; The upward glancing of an eye , When none but God is near . Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high . Prayer is the Christian's vital breath ...
... tear ; The upward glancing of an eye , When none but God is near . Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high . Prayer is the Christian's vital breath ...
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... tears would start , And yearning tenderness dissolve his heart ; The guilt of all his race became his own , He suffer'd as if he had sinn'd alone . Within our glen to filial love endear'd , Abroad for wisdom , truth , and justice fear'd ...
... tears would start , And yearning tenderness dissolve his heart ; The guilt of all his race became his own , He suffer'd as if he had sinn'd alone . Within our glen to filial love endear'd , Abroad for wisdom , truth , and justice fear'd ...
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... tears . those Then shall be seen why Who hated virtue , and who trod on truth , Who scorn'd at holiness , and made a mock At God , were suffer'd to reign on in sin , With the world's pleasures bound around their brows Like young spring ...
... tears . those Then shall be seen why Who hated virtue , and who trod on truth , Who scorn'd at holiness , and made a mock At God , were suffer'd to reign on in sin , With the world's pleasures bound around their brows Like young spring ...
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... tears shall wipe away ; To the living fountains lead them , Till fruition's perfect day . Lo ! it comes , that day of wonder ! Louder chorals shake the skies . Hades ' gates are burst asunder : See ! the new - clothed myriads rise ...
... tears shall wipe away ; To the living fountains lead them , Till fruition's perfect day . Lo ! it comes , that day of wonder ! Louder chorals shake the skies . Hades ' gates are burst asunder : See ! the new - clothed myriads rise ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird blaze bless bliss bloom blossom bosom breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer clouds dark dear death deep delight divine dost doth dread earth ELIZA COOK eternal fade fair faith feel fire flowers gaze gloom glorious glory glow golden slumber green hast hath heart heaven heaven's gate heavenly HERBERT KNOWLES holy hope horned owl hour HYMN light live look Lord loved thee lyre MARTIN MARY HOWITT mighty morn mountain nature Nature's night o'er peace perfect law praise prayer pride pure rapture rose round seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies SKYLARK sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm sublime sweet tears tempest tender thine things thou art thoughts throne tree Twas unto voice wave Weep wild winds wings
Pasajes populares
Página 10 - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 24 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 2 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Página 124 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Página 26 - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take. His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams...
Página 41 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
Página 3 - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
Página 2 - And ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth 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.
Página 15 - Are not the mountains, waves and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Página 164 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.