Sacred PoetryJ. Crockford, 1854 - 236 oldal |
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iii. oldal
... Sweet Sunday Bells ANONYMOUS . Life , Death , and Eternity Trajan and the Rabbi The Birth - day Wish The Spiritual Temple The Day of Rest " I am thy Friend " Dreams ... ... ... ... ::: ... ... :: :: : ... ... ... ... ... The Woman taken ...
... Sweet Sunday Bells ANONYMOUS . Life , Death , and Eternity Trajan and the Rabbi The Birth - day Wish The Spiritual Temple The Day of Rest " I am thy Friend " Dreams ... ... ... ... ::: ... ... :: :: : ... ... ... ... ... The Woman taken ...
6. oldal
... Sweet Music's loudest note , the poet's story , Did'st thou ne'er love to hear of Fame and Glory ? And is not War a youthful king , A stately hero clad in mail ? Beneath his footsteps laurels spring ; Him earth's majestic monarchs hail ...
... Sweet Music's loudest note , the poet's story , Did'st thou ne'er love to hear of Fame and Glory ? And is not War a youthful king , A stately hero clad in mail ? Beneath his footsteps laurels spring ; Him earth's majestic monarchs hail ...
14. oldal
... cadences unearthly sweet , Seem'd like some just - born harmony in the air , Waked by the power of wisdom . On a rock , With the broad moonlight falling on his brow , He stood and taught the people . At his feet 14 SACRED POETRY .
... cadences unearthly sweet , Seem'd like some just - born harmony in the air , Waked by the power of wisdom . On a rock , With the broad moonlight falling on his brow , He stood and taught the people . At his feet 14 SACRED POETRY .
17. oldal
... sweet : - And one is , where the Christ denied and scorn'd LOOKED UPON PETER ! Oh , to render plain , By help of having loved a little , and mourn'd , - That look of sovran love and sovran pain , Which He who could not sin , yet suffer ...
... sweet : - And one is , where the Christ denied and scorn'd LOOKED UPON PETER ! Oh , to render plain , By help of having loved a little , and mourn'd , - That look of sovran love and sovran pain , Which He who could not sin , yet suffer ...
23. oldal
... sweet Sabbath morn . Through the closed blinds the golden sun Pour'd in a dusty beam , Like the celestial ladder seen By Jacob in his dream . And ever and anon the wind , Sweet - scented with the hay , Turn'd o'er the hymn book's ...
... sweet Sabbath morn . Through the closed blinds the golden sun Pour'd in a dusty beam , Like the celestial ladder seen By Jacob in his dream . And ever and anon the wind , Sweet - scented with the hay , Turn'd o'er the hymn book's ...
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angels beam beauty behold beneath Blackwood's Magazine blessed blest bliss bloom breast breath bright brow Casa Wappy Christ clouds dark dead death divine dost doth dread dream dust dust to dust earth earthly eternal fair fear flame flowers gaze GEORGE CROLY gloom glorious glory God's grace grave grief hallow'd hand hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour immortal JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL light lips living lonely look'd Lord mercy morn mortal mountains mourn N. P. WILLIS night o'er pale peace praise prayer rapture rest rise round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd seraph shade shine sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars stood sweet tears temple thee thine things THOMAS MOORE thou art Thou hast thought throne tomb trembling turn'd unto vale voice wandering waves wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM wind wings
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38. oldal - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
45. oldal - AND is there care in heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
84. oldal - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing G-od, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
199. oldal - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.
64. oldal - See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
28. oldal - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
87. oldal - Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon. If thou art rich, thou art poor ; For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.
80. oldal - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
139. oldal - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting...
43. oldal - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was 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 hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.