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2. oldal
... once Thy precept and my prayer , Come , and abide in me , and I in Thee . Harriet Beecher Stowe . 5. ABIDING IN CHRIST : our only safety . O LAMB of God ! still keep me Near to Thy wounded side ; ' Tis only then in safety And peace I ...
... once Thy precept and my prayer , Come , and abide in me , and I in Thee . Harriet Beecher Stowe . 5. ABIDING IN CHRIST : our only safety . O LAMB of God ! still keep me Near to Thy wounded side ; ' Tis only then in safety And peace I ...
5. oldal
... once trod , The path of the just to the city of God . George Lansing Taylor . 24. ACTION . Duty of TELL me not , in mournful numbers , Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem ...
... once trod , The path of the just to the city of God . George Lansing Taylor . 24. ACTION . Duty of TELL me not , in mournful numbers , Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem ...
16. oldal
... once mix'd a harsh cup , for me to drink from it , And it was full of acrid bitterness intensest ; The black and nauseating draught did make me shrink from it , The gods in bounty work up storms about us , That give mankind occasion to ...
... once mix'd a harsh cup , for me to drink from it , And it was full of acrid bitterness intensest ; The black and nauseating draught did make me shrink from it , The gods in bounty work up storms about us , That give mankind occasion to ...
22. oldal
... once comely in a virgin's sight , Locks of pure brown , display'd the encroaching white ; The blood , once fervid , now to cool began , And Time's strong pressure to subdue the man . I rode or walk'd as I was wont before , But now the ...
... once comely in a virgin's sight , Locks of pure brown , display'd the encroaching white ; The blood , once fervid , now to cool began , And Time's strong pressure to subdue the man . I rode or walk'd as I was wont before , But now the ...
29. oldal
... once But play the monarch , and its haughty brow Glows with a beauty that bewilders thought And unthrones peace for ever . Putting on The very pomp of Lucifer , it turns The heart to ashes , and with not a spring Left in the bosom for ...
... once But play the monarch , and its haughty brow Glows with a beauty that bewilders thought And unthrones peace for ever . Putting on The very pomp of Lucifer , it turns The heart to ashes , and with not a spring Left in the bosom for ...
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angels art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss breast breath bright calm Charles Wesley Christ clouds dark death deeds deep divine doth dream Dryden dust earth Eliza Cook eternal evermore eyes fair faith fear feel flowers give glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope hour immortal Jesus Joanna Baillie King labour life's light live look Lord Madame Guyon man's mercy mind Mirror for Magistrates mortal ne'er never night o'er pain pass'd passion peace pleasure poison'd Pollok poor praise prayer pride rest round Shakespeare shine sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet tears tempest thee Thine things Thou art thou hast thought throne toil truth Twas unto vex'd virtue voice wait weary weep wings wisdom words youth
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106. oldal - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history 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, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled...
499. oldal - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
603. oldal - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
105. oldal - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke, How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How...
314. oldal - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
105. oldal - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
513. oldal - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
460. oldal - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
526. oldal - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, . They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
374. oldal - Some fragment from his dream of human life Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart...