Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Bind 51858 |
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Side 67
... rising sun Remind me of the Sun of Righteousness . By every wayside flower , By every fountain rippling in its glee , By every day and hour , Draw me , oh Father ! nearer still to thee . " A TESTIMONY . This very clever poem was ...
... rising sun Remind me of the Sun of Righteousness . By every wayside flower , By every fountain rippling in its glee , By every day and hour , Draw me , oh Father ! nearer still to thee . " A TESTIMONY . This very clever poem was ...
Side 81
... rise , In Him my heart reposing rests again . What is ' t they mean ? -I have almost forgot ! Love , frail and fleeting ! Glory , of a day ! Hope , mere delusion ! Luxury , a blot ! Their trace upon my soul appeareth not , More than do ...
... rise , In Him my heart reposing rests again . What is ' t they mean ? -I have almost forgot ! Love , frail and fleeting ! Glory , of a day ! Hope , mere delusion ! Luxury , a blot ! Their trace upon my soul appeareth not , More than do ...
Side 104
... time of all the year is Christmas time to me . I love to hear kind voices ! I love to see bright eyes ! I love to hear from joyous bells the gladsome pœans rise . And when the snow is on the ground , and 104 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... time of all the year is Christmas time to me . I love to hear kind voices ! I love to see bright eyes ! I love to hear from joyous bells the gladsome pœans rise . And when the snow is on the ground , and 104 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
Side 106
... led To think upon the wormy bed , And her together . A springy motion in her gait , A rising step did indicate Of pride and joy , no common rate , That flush'd her spirit . I know not by what name beside I shall it 106 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... led To think upon the wormy bed , And her together . A springy motion in her gait , A rising step did indicate Of pride and joy , no common rate , That flush'd her spirit . I know not by what name beside I shall it 106 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
Side 130
... rise . THE BREEZE IN THE CHURCH . This beautiful little poein is from a volume recently published by Mrs. HINXMAN , entitled Poems . ' TWAS a sunny day , and the morning psalm We sang in the church together ; We felt in our hearts the ...
... rise . THE BREEZE IN THE CHURCH . This beautiful little poein is from a volume recently published by Mrs. HINXMAN , entitled Poems . ' TWAS a sunny day , and the morning psalm We sang in the church together ; We felt in our hearts the ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON BARRY CORNWALL beams beauty beneath bird bless bloom blue breast breath bright brow calm CHARLES LAMB CHARLES MACKAY child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream drop dwell earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT evermore eyes fair flowers gaze gentle GERALD MASSEY gleams glory golden country green hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hills holy hour John Brown kiss land light lips live maiden Mont Blanc moon morning mountain nature's night nought o'er old Saxon pass'd peterel poem poet rill river Lee ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round seem'd shade shadows shining shore sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees turn'd Twas voice wander wave weep wild wind wings
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Side 159 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Side 173 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Side 87 - How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
Side 384 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Side 383 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Side 272 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Side 217 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite!
Side 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Side 193 - Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, "Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
Side 383 - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.