The Christian lyre, a selection of religious and moral poetry1846 - 80 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 37 találatból.
2. oldal
... thought , Adored and praised in all that thou hast wrought ; Absorbed in that immensity I see , I shrink abased ... thoughts refine , I may resemble thee , and call thee mine . COWPER . SEEING GOD IN HIS WORKS . DOES not that sun , whose ...
... thought , Adored and praised in all that thou hast wrought ; Absorbed in that immensity I see , I shrink abased ... thoughts refine , I may resemble thee , and call thee mine . COWPER . SEEING GOD IN HIS WORKS . DOES not that sun , whose ...
5. oldal
... thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred , That in thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do thou unbind , That I may have the power to sing of thee , And sound thy praises everlastingly ...
... thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred , That in thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do thou unbind , That I may have the power to sing of thee , And sound thy praises everlastingly ...
14. oldal
... holy , And glow - worm light is in the forest bowers ; To solemn things and deep , To spirit haunted sleep , To thoughts all purified From earth , ye seem allied , O dedicated flowers ! THE THREE MANSIONS . 15 Ye from the gaze of.
... holy , And glow - worm light is in the forest bowers ; To solemn things and deep , To spirit haunted sleep , To thoughts all purified From earth , ye seem allied , O dedicated flowers ! THE THREE MANSIONS . 15 Ye from the gaze of.
15. oldal
... thought which glows With its pure life entwined . Shut from the sounds wherein the day rejoices , To no triumphant song your petals thrill , But send forth odours with the faint soft voices Rising from hidden streams when all is still ...
... thought which glows With its pure life entwined . Shut from the sounds wherein the day rejoices , To no triumphant song your petals thrill , But send forth odours with the faint soft voices Rising from hidden streams when all is still ...
16. oldal
... thought , - The house of God , the grave , and heaven , And all by sin and sorrow wrought Shall pass away and be forgiven . MRS . C. E. RICHARDSON . SHALL WE MOURN FOR THE DEAD ? SHALL we mourn for the dead , shall we sorrow for those ...
... thought , - The house of God , the grave , and heaven , And all by sin and sorrow wrought Shall pass away and be forgiven . MRS . C. E. RICHARDSON . SHALL WE MOURN FOR THE DEAD ? SHALL we mourn for the dead , shall we sorrow for those ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
beam beauty bids BISHOP KEN blessed blest bliss bloom breast breath bright BRIGHT morning star brighter brow calm CHRIST CHRISTIAN clouds COWPER crown dark death deep divine dust to dust dwell dying earthly EDMESTON eternal faith fear frail friends gloom glorious glory glow grace grave hallowed ground hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hopes and fears hour humble HYMN immortal Israel's sons JANE TAYLOR Jesus life's light LIMPET live lone Lord mercy mighty to save morn mortal never night o'er pale Pale flowers peace pilgrim pleasure POOL OF BETHESDA praise prayer REDEEMER reign rest rise rock SABBATH sacred Saviour scene shalt shine sigh silent sing sink skies sleep smile sorrow spirit spring star storm sweet teach tears thee thine Thou art thought throne thy hope thy soul toil tomb truth voice WALDENSES wave weep wing winter's
Népszerű szakaszok
60. oldal - 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...
48. oldal - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
99. oldal - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
94. oldal - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
64. oldal - To mark the matchless workings of the power, That shuts within its seed the future flower, Bids these in elegance of form excel, In colour these, and those delight the smell, Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies, To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes...
27. oldal - O how unlike the complex works of man, Heaven's easy, artless, unencumbered plan ! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile ; From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity.
16. oldal - the Deep Voice cried, " So long enjoyed, so oft misused — Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused? " Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. " Redeem mine hours — the space is brief — While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief, When TIME and thou shall part for ever...
47. oldal - The night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here " — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And, made so welcome at their simple feast, He...
15. oldal - All that of good and fair Has gone into thy womb from earliest time, Shall then come forth to wear The glory and the beauty of its prime.
61. oldal - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire.