Sacred poetry, selected and ed. by R.A. WillmottRobert Eldridge Aris Willmott 1883 |
Términos y frases comunes
angels beams beauty behold beneath bless bless'd blest breast breath bright clouds cold comfort dark dead death deep delight DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dost doth dread dreams dust dwell earth eternal eternal band Ev'n fair faith fear flame flowers Francis Davison give glorious glory grace grave grief hand Harrison Weir hath heart Heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour humble Humphrey Gifford HYMN let Thy light LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS live look Lord mind morn mountains Nebaioth night o'er pain peace PENATES praise PRAYER PRAYER OF SOLOMON pride rest rise Robert Pollok round sacred seek shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stars STEPHEN'S DAY tears tell tempests Thee Thine things Thou art thou hast thou shalt thought unto Vex'd voice Watson William Habington winds wings wonders
Pasajes populares
Página 53 - And,—prithee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 'tis the king's; my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine
Página 211 - of Pain and Ruin to despise, To scatter Plenty o'er a smiling Land, And read their Hist'ry in a Nation's Eyes, Their Lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing "Virtues, but their Crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through Slaughter to a Throne, Or shut the Gates of Mercy on Mankind,
Página 287 - And the sheen of their spears were like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn
Página 249 - His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And " Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise : They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps
Página 129 - I SAW Eternity the other night Like a great Ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov'd, in which the World And all her train were hurl'd. \\ The doting
Página 212 - Ev'n from the Tomb the Voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For Thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead, Dost in these Lines their artless Tale relate : If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred Spirit shall inquire thy Fate;
Página 125 - Rising or falling still advance His praise. His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow .•:^.^ Melodious murmurs, warbling tune His praise. p
Página 207 - WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. Let not Ambition mock their useful Toil, Their homely Joys and Destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful Smile The short and simple Annals of the Poor. The Boast of Heraldry, the Pomp of Power, And all that Beauty, all that Wealth e'er gave. Await alike th' inevitable Hour: The Paths of Glory lead
Página 402 - late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : .'. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast
Página 51 - THE DIRGE OF THE FAMOUS. FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages ! Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. THE