Sacred PoetryJ. Crockford, 1854 - 236 oldal |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 34 találatból.
4. oldal
... Tree , fast by the throne of God . What golden joys ambrosial clustering aglow , In His full beam , and ripen for the just , Where momentary ages are no more ! Where time , and pain , and chance , and death expire ! And is it in the ...
... Tree , fast by the throne of God . What golden joys ambrosial clustering aglow , In His full beam , and ripen for the just , Where momentary ages are no more ! Where time , and pain , and chance , and death expire ! And is it in the ...
9. oldal
... of the sea ! For the coast where the slave - ship fills its sails With sighs of agony , And her kidnapp'd babes the mother wails ' Neath the lone banana - tree ! Light for the ancient race Exiled from Zion's rest ! SACRED POETRY . 9.
... of the sea ! For the coast where the slave - ship fills its sails With sighs of agony , And her kidnapp'd babes the mother wails ' Neath the lone banana - tree ! Light for the ancient race Exiled from Zion's rest ! SACRED POETRY . 9.
11. oldal
... name in one of the Magazines . A SHADOW moving by one's side , That would a substance seem , - That is , yet is not , -though descried- Like skies beneath the stream : A tree that's ever in the bloom , Whose fruit SACRED POETRY . 11.
... name in one of the Magazines . A SHADOW moving by one's side , That would a substance seem , - That is , yet is not , -though descried- Like skies beneath the stream : A tree that's ever in the bloom , Whose fruit SACRED POETRY . 11.
12. oldal
A tree that's ever in the bloom , Whose fruit is never ripe ; A wish for joys that never come , Such are the hopes of Life . A dark , inevitable night , A blank that will remain ; A waiting for the morning light , When waiting is in ...
A tree that's ever in the bloom , Whose fruit is never ripe ; A wish for joys that never come , Such are the hopes of Life . A dark , inevitable night , A blank that will remain ; A waiting for the morning light , When waiting is in ...
13. oldal
... 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 . THE HEALING OF THE DAUGHTER OF JAIRUS . By N. SACRED POETRY . 13.
... 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 . THE HEALING OF THE DAUGHTER OF JAIRUS . By N. SACRED POETRY . 13.
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
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.