The Loved and the Lost ...1856 - 180 oldal |
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9. oldal
... voice— " Glory to God on high - he saith- Gladness by suffering entereth , And life is perfected by Death . " We should not , if we could , call back the missing one from the amaranthine glories of Heaven to the imperfect enjoyments of ...
... voice— " Glory to God on high - he saith- Gladness by suffering entereth , And life is perfected by Death . " We should not , if we could , call back the missing one from the amaranthine glories of Heaven to the imperfect enjoyments of ...
71. oldal
... voices slowly rise Like the far voice of streams buried in caverns lone , That would once more behold the beam of Day- Here genius made a sacred place for us : Here genius wreathed the melancholy vine : Here genius placed the statues ...
... voices slowly rise Like the far voice of streams buried in caverns lone , That would once more behold the beam of Day- Here genius made a sacred place for us : Here genius wreathed the melancholy vine : Here genius placed the statues ...
72. oldal
... voice is hushed , While like a pall dread darkness takes the wood : Yet a low murmur slowly , deeply floats From yon tall Mount of Immortality * Wreathed by the radiance of the rising moon- But there is naught of mournful in its tone ...
... voice is hushed , While like a pall dread darkness takes the wood : Yet a low murmur slowly , deeply floats From yon tall Mount of Immortality * Wreathed by the radiance of the rising moon- But there is naught of mournful in its tone ...
91. oldal
... voices sounding now which we heard in old times when we were of the lower earth ; our hands are grasped by hands that we thought long ago were chilled by Death , forgetting that in God's universe there is no such thing as death , but in ...
... voices sounding now which we heard in old times when we were of the lower earth ; our hands are grasped by hands that we thought long ago were chilled by Death , forgetting that in God's universe there is no such thing as death , but in ...
92. oldal
... voice of the Father . And when faith is dim and cold , and doubt is on us , and we cannot hear the voices of that sea ; when the darkened glass grows yet darker ; let us then , in childlike gentleness , retreat within ourselves and look ...
... voice of the Father . And when faith is dim and cold , and doubt is on us , and we cannot hear the voices of that sea ; when the darkened glass grows yet darker ; let us then , in childlike gentleness , retreat within ourselves and look ...
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amid ashes beautiful behold beneath bless bloom body breath bright brow buried called catacombs cemetery charm Christ Christian church coffin Cypress Hills CYPRESS HILLS CEMETERY dark dead death deceased deep dust earth Effie Gray epitaph eternal eyes flowers friends funeral fusio gaze gloom glorious glory grave grief ground GUIDERIUS hallowed hand hast heart Heaven honor hope human immortal inscriptions Isaac Watts JOHN CUSTIS laid lakes light living LORD BYRON majestic marble memory mighty monuments mother Mount Mount Vernon Mount Victory mourn mourner murmur nature night noble o'er patriot Père La Chaise rest Roman sacred sepulchre shrine sleep smile solemn sorrow soul spirit spot stars stone STUART HOLLAND sweet tears tender thee thine thou thought tion tomb trees via Dolorosa voice walk wave weep WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE Williamsburgh winds
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102. oldal - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
83. oldal - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
161. oldal - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our only rest. Living or dying, none were blest. 2 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 to expire.
118. oldal - ONCE, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man:— and WHO was HE ? — Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That Man resembled Thee. Unknown the region of his birth, The land in which he .died unknown : His name has...
102. oldal - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
102. oldal - midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell ; Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.
164. oldal - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
177. oldal - This spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark: Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark ! No! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine; By Him recalled to breath, Who captive led captivity, ' Who robbed the grave of victory, And took the sting from Death...
139. oldal - Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be : There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest : But nor cypress nor yew let us see ; For why should we mourn for the blest ? WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
164. oldal - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.