Poetic Prism, Or, Original and Reflected Rays from Modern Verse Sacred and SeriousRobert Northmore Greville Maclachlan, Stewart, & Company, 1848 - 404 páginas |
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... crowns , or palm- Its light ne'er dimmed - its bowers by angels trod : No ; next to the full vision of his God , He yearns to feel the rapture of its calm— Which haply in those words may imaged be ( Instinct with rest ) — “ And there ...
... crowns , or palm- Its light ne'er dimmed - its bowers by angels trod : No ; next to the full vision of his God , He yearns to feel the rapture of its calm— Which haply in those words may imaged be ( Instinct with rest ) — “ And there ...
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... other gods but Thee ? Oft wealth our dazzled sight betrays , Ambition's power beguiles , And pleasure to her specious ways Courts us with flattering smiles ; Fame waves on high her laurel crown , We bend 4 POETIC PRISM . Mrs Abdy,
... other gods but Thee ? Oft wealth our dazzled sight betrays , Ambition's power beguiles , And pleasure to her specious ways Courts us with flattering smiles ; Fame waves on high her laurel crown , We bend 4 POETIC PRISM . Mrs Abdy,
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Robert Northmore Greville. Fame waves on high her laurel crown , We bend the votive knee : Lord ! can we then be said to own None other gods but thee ? And even in our social ties , Around the quiet hearth , Too tenderly perchance we ...
Robert Northmore Greville. Fame waves on high her laurel crown , We bend the votive knee : Lord ! can we then be said to own None other gods but thee ? And even in our social ties , Around the quiet hearth , Too tenderly perchance we ...
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... day , Victorious o'er despair . Thus have I pray'd ! while others slept , I've pray'd , and pray'd again , and wept Through half the livelong night , For one , whose bright and beauteous brow A crown 8 POETIC PRISM . Sir Edward Denny,
... day , Victorious o'er despair . Thus have I pray'd ! while others slept , I've pray'd , and pray'd again , and wept Through half the livelong night , For one , whose bright and beauteous brow A crown 8 POETIC PRISM . Sir Edward Denny,
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Robert Northmore Greville. For one , whose bright and beauteous brow A crown of glory circles now , A blessed saint in light . Oh ! ' twas a mother greatly loved , Who thus my fervent spirit moved To seek a Saviour's aid : And ye who ...
Robert Northmore Greville. For one , whose bright and beauteous brow A crown of glory circles now , A blessed saint in light . Oh ! ' twas a mother greatly loved , Who thus my fervent spirit moved To seek a Saviour's aid : And ye who ...
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Términos y frases comunes
banner of Heaven beam beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow child Christ clouds crown dark dead dear death deep divine doth dwell E'en earth earthly ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal faint fair faith Father fear feel flowers FRANCES BROWN friends gaze glorious glory glow grace grief H. F. LYTE hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Jesus Jesus wept life's light live look Lord mercy morn mother mourn N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath night o'er pain pass'd path peace praise pray prayer rest Saviour seek shine sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream strong to save sweet tears tears in Heaven thee thine things THOMAS DALE thou art thou hast thought throne tomb Twas unto voice weary weep wept wild word
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Página 20 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 395 - BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the Heaven...
Página 183 - 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.
Página 236 - IT is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying ; It is a place where happy saints may weep amid their praying ; Yet let the grief and humbleness as low as silence languish : Earth surely now may give her calm to whom she gave her anguish.
Página 107 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Página 26 - TREAD softly! bow the head — In reverent silence bow ! No passing bell doth toll; Yet an immortal soul Is passing now. Stranger, however great, With lowly reverence bow! There's one in that poor shed — One by that paltry bed — Greater than thou.
Página 107 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 254 - UP to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And he accepts the punctual hymn Sung as the light of day grows dim. Nor will he turn his ear aside From holy offerings at noontide. Then here reposing let us raise A song of gratitude and praise.
Página 183 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...