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... look softest and most holy , And glow - worm light is in the forest bowers ; To solemn things and deep , To spirit haunted sleep , To thoughts all purified From earth , ye seem allied , O dedicated flowers ! THE THREE MANSIONS . 15 Ye ...
... look softest and most holy , And glow - worm light is in the forest bowers ; To solemn things and deep , To spirit haunted sleep , To thoughts all purified From earth , ye seem allied , O dedicated flowers ! THE THREE MANSIONS . 15 Ye ...
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... Looks on you tenderly and sadly kind : So doth love's dreaming heart Dwell from the throng apart , And but to shades disclose The inmost thought which glows With its pure life entwined . Shut from the sounds wherein the day rejoices ...
... Looks on you tenderly and sadly kind : So doth love's dreaming heart Dwell from the throng apart , And but to shades disclose The inmost thought which glows With its pure life entwined . Shut from the sounds wherein the day rejoices ...
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... look upwards ; once again Behold the wintry sun hath set ; None of the summer barques remain ; A nobler image yet Strikes on the Christian gazer's mind , And leaves all others far behind . The sun , whose way through that expanse Has ...
... look upwards ; once again Behold the wintry sun hath set ; None of the summer barques remain ; A nobler image yet Strikes on the Christian gazer's mind , And leaves all others far behind . The sun , whose way through that expanse Has ...
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... looks of dying friends . Who , but would fain compress A life into a day , The last day spent with one Who , ere the morrow's sun , Must leave us , and for aye ? Oh , precious , precious moments ! Pale flowers ! ye're types of those ...
... looks of dying friends . Who , but would fain compress A life into a day , The last day spent with one Who , ere the morrow's sun , Must leave us , and for aye ? Oh , precious , precious moments ! Pale flowers ! ye're types of those ...
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... look of pity dart ; Teach me pleasures Which the world can ne'er impart . When the vale of death appears , Faint and cold this mortal clay , Clear my doubts , allay my fears , Light me through the dreary way ; Chase the shadows , Usher ...
... look of pity dart ; Teach me pleasures Which the world can ne'er impart . When the vale of death appears , Faint and cold this mortal clay , Clear my doubts , allay my fears , Light me through the dreary way ; Chase the shadows , Usher ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beam beauty bids BISHOP KEN blessed blest bliss bloom breast breath bright BRIGHT morning star brighter brow calm CHRIST CHRISTIAN clouds COWPER crown dark death deep divine dust to dust dwell dying earthly EDMESTON eternal faith fear frail friends gloom glorious glory glow grace grave hallowed ground hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hopes and fears hour humble HYMN immortal Israel's sons JANE TAYLOR Jesus life's light LIMPET live lone Lord mercy mighty to save morn mortal never night o'er pale Pale flowers peace pilgrim pleasure POOL OF BETHESDA praise prayer REDEEMER reign rest rise rock SABBATH sacred Saviour scene shalt shine sigh silent sing sink skies sleep smile sorrow spirit spring star storm sweet teach tears thee thine Thou art thought throne thy hope thy soul toil tomb truth voice WALDENSES wave weep wing winter's
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Página 60 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Página 48 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Página 99 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Página 94 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Página 64 - To mark the matchless workings of the power, That shuts within its seed the future flower, Bids these in elegance of form excel, In colour these, and those delight the smell, Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies, To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes...
Página 27 - O how unlike the complex works of man, Heaven's easy, artless, unencumbered plan ! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile ; From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity.
Página 16 - the Deep Voice cried, " So long enjoyed, so oft misused — Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused? " Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. " Redeem mine hours — the space is brief — While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief, When TIME and thou shall part for ever...
Página 47 - The night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here " — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And, made so welcome at their simple feast, He...
Página 15 - All that of good and fair Has gone into thy womb from earliest time, Shall then come forth to wear The glory and the beauty of its prime.
Página 61 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire.