The Holly and Mistletoe: Beautiful Bouquets, Culled from the Poets of All Countries, 1. könyvFrederick Warne and Company, 1869 - 152 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 21 találatból.
3. oldal
... voice sinks fainter , like the dying Tones of the wind - harp swinging from the bough ; And my changed heart throbs warm , —no more denying Tears to my eyes or sadness to my brow . The Near afar off seems , the Distant - nigh , The Now ...
... voice sinks fainter , like the dying Tones of the wind - harp swinging from the bough ; And my changed heart throbs warm , —no more denying Tears to my eyes or sadness to my brow . The Near afar off seems , the Distant - nigh , The Now ...
12. oldal
... voice speaks loudly , and we leap To life , to energy , and light again We cannot slumber always in the den Of sense and selfishness ; the day will break— Ere we for ever leave the haunts of men , E'en at the parting hour the soul will ...
... voice speaks loudly , and we leap To life , to energy , and light again We cannot slumber always in the den Of sense and selfishness ; the day will break— Ere we for ever leave the haunts of men , E'en at the parting hour the soul will ...
38. oldal
... voices clear Fell on his list'ning ear , As , full of doubt and fear , Still stood he watching- Watching the snow . Murmured the moonlight , Answered the snow , Echoed the night - breeze , " Long , long ago ! Long since thy blessed ...
... voices clear Fell on his list'ning ear , As , full of doubt and fear , Still stood he watching- Watching the snow . Murmured the moonlight , Answered the snow , Echoed the night - breeze , " Long , long ago ! Long since thy blessed ...
52. oldal
... What wrong then is it if that when they die They turne to that whereof they first were made ? All in the powre of their great Maker lie ; All creatures must obey the voice of the Most High . The Order of Providence . They live , they die.
... What wrong then is it if that when they die They turne to that whereof they first were made ? All in the powre of their great Maker lie ; All creatures must obey the voice of the Most High . The Order of Providence . They live , they die.
56. oldal
... pursue With thoughts all fixed , and feelings purely kind , Strength to complete , and with delight review , And grace to give the praise where all is ever due . THE ADVENT . ARK ! a glad voice the lonely 56 The Holly and Mistletoe .
... pursue With thoughts all fixed , and feelings purely kind , Strength to complete , and with delight review , And grace to give the praise where all is ever due . THE ADVENT . ARK ! a glad voice the lonely 56 The Holly and Mistletoe .
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angels ascents climb beauty Bend beneath blessed bloom bough bowers breath bright calm cheer childhood's tune Christmas CHRISTMAS ROSE cloud coral day-dawn dead death doth dream dust earth Eden-land ELIZA COOK ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes fair fair music faith's guiding star fear Flow tear flowers giveth His beloved gleam glory glow green grief hath heaven Holly and Mistletoe holly berries Holly Tree holy hope hour J. G. PERCIVAL JOHN FRANCIS WALLER keep undimm'd faith's leaf leaves life's light live lonely Long ago Lord merry merry heart Mistletoe moonlight morning mossy head murmur night o'er old Winter peace Pompey R. C. TRENCH rocks the forest shed shine sigh sing sleep slumber smile snow song sorrow soul sound spirit spring sweet tear Tennessee thee thine things thou hast thought toil undimm'd faith's guiding voice watch waves weary weep wind
Népszerű szakaszok
70. oldal - A servant, with this clause, Makes drudgery divine: Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that, and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold; • For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told. GEORGE HERBERT.
113. oldal - one talent which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless (though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide), " Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur,
62. oldal - More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, " He giveth His beloved, sleep." Yea ! men may wonder while they scan A living, thinking, feeling man Sufficient such a rest to keep; But angels say—and through the word The motion of their smile is heard— "He giveth His beloved,
109. oldal - one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven; to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when with heart content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads
41. oldal - heart Could have recover"d greenness ? It was gone Quite underground : as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together, All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown. These are thy wonders, Lord of power! Killing and quick'ning; bringing down to hell, And up to heaven in an hour', Making a
61. oldal - patriot vows— The monarch's crown to light the brows ? " He giveth His beloved, sleep." What do we give to our beloved ? A little faith, not all unproved— A little dust, to overweep— And bitter memories, to make The whole earth blasted for our sake ? "He giveth His beloved,
7. oldal - Glory to God! the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring Peace to the earth—good will to men From heaven's Eternal King! Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Saviour now is born ! And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn. EH SEARS.
122. oldal - was the night, Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds with wonder whist Smoothly the waters kiss'd, Whisp'ring new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars with deep amaze Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence,
69. oldal - me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see; And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee: Not rudely, as a beast. To run into an action : But still to make Thee prepossest, And give it his perfection. A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye; Or, if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the
68. oldal - Of men than beasts. But, O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves His creatures so, And all His workes with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels He sends to and fro To serve to wicked man, to serve