The early dead; or, Our loved and lost ones, poetry. To which is added texts of Scripture1853 |
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... grow , While still my heart , all full of thee , In widowed solitude shall be . No taint of earth , no thought of sin , E'er dwelt thy stainless breast within ; And God hath laid thee down to sleep , Like a pure pearl below the deep ...
... grow , While still my heart , all full of thee , In widowed solitude shall be . No taint of earth , no thought of sin , E'er dwelt thy stainless breast within ; And God hath laid thee down to sleep , Like a pure pearl below the deep ...
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... grow old , But live for ever young in my remembrance ; Never grow old , nor change , nor pass away— Their gentle voices will flow on for ever , When life grows bare and tarnished with decay , As with a leafless landscape flows a river ...
... grow old , But live for ever young in my remembrance ; Never grow old , nor change , nor pass away— Their gentle voices will flow on for ever , When life grows bare and tarnished with decay , As with a leafless landscape flows a river ...
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... grown more fair . Thus do we walk with her , and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives , Thinking that our remembrance , though unspoken , May reach her where she lives . Not as a child shall we again behold her : For when with ...
... grown more fair . Thus do we walk with her , and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives , Thinking that our remembrance , though unspoken , May reach her where she lives . Not as a child shall we again behold her : For when with ...
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... on the little bosom there Place this wan lock of mine . How like a form in cold white stone , The coffin'd infant lies ! Look mother on thy little one ! And tears will fill thine eyes . She cannot weep - more faint she grows , More 31.
... on the little bosom there Place this wan lock of mine . How like a form in cold white stone , The coffin'd infant lies ! Look mother on thy little one ! And tears will fill thine eyes . She cannot weep - more faint she grows , More 31.
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Early dead. She cannot weep - more faint she grows , More deadly pale and still : Flowers ! oh , a flower ! a winter rose , That tiny hand to fill . Go search the fields ! the lichen wet Bends o'er the unfailing well : Beneath the furrow ...
Early dead. She cannot weep - more faint she grows , More deadly pale and still : Flowers ! oh , a flower ! a winter rose , That tiny hand to fill . Go search the fields ! the lichen wet Bends o'er the unfailing well : Beneath the furrow ...
Términos y frases comunes
afflicted angels art gone home art thou asked of Heaven beaming bear.-Miss Landon BEAUTIFUL DREAM blest brave breath bright So gentle cheek cheerly death dream Which comes early violets Grew eyes Falkirk gaze glory grassy bed grave He laid hard to lay hath Heaven its aid heaven's gate heavy lot Indian grave knelt in prayer laid his weary LITTLE SHROUD London City Mission look lot to bear.-Miss lov'd to watch love is strong lovely and bright mother mournful mournful glory never night nursling o'er his grassy pale flowers pass'd quiet dead rocky steps sang ye saw him stand saw thee scarlet pimpernel sight And lies silent grave Sir John Beaumont smile soon the early sorrows soul sunny and bright sweet thee in thy Thou art gone thy beauty thy breast thy mother's thy rest Tis hard tomb Twas unto violets Grew o'er voice weary head weep withering
Pasajes populares
Página 51 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, — Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
Página 27 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Página 58 - Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide ; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee; And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died.
Página 38 - There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night ; And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.
Página 65 - It is good for me that I have been afflicted; that I might learn thy statutes.
Página 70 - My son, despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him: for whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.
Página 17 - Bring flowers, pale flowers, o'er the bier to shed, A crown for the brow of the early dead ! For this through its leaves hath the white rose burst, For this in the woods was the violet nursed ! Though they smile in vain for what once was ours, They are love's last gift. Bring ye flowers, pale flowers ! Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer.
Página 50 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers : Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Página 67 - SLEEP, little Baby ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed, Not on thy mother's breast Henceforth shall be thy rest, But with the quiet dead.
Página 72 - THE righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: And merciful men are taken away, none considering That the righteous is taken away from the evil to come. He shall enter into peace: They shall rest in their beds, Each one walking in his uprightness.