Half-hours with the Best Poets: Selected Chiefly for Their Moral SentimentW. P. Hazard, 1855 - 216 sider |
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... o'er that marble brow , Again its lustre will it throw . No , infidel — thine hour is come , Ere yet another day , Hath issued from night's shadowy gloom , A lifeless wreck thou ' lt lay ; And that high gifted soul of thine , Born like ...
... o'er that marble brow , Again its lustre will it throw . No , infidel — thine hour is come , Ere yet another day , Hath issued from night's shadowy gloom , A lifeless wreck thou ' lt lay ; And that high gifted soul of thine , Born like ...
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... o'er the slumbering world , With their shining robes up - gathered , And their stainless pinions furled , Thrilling with their wond'rous music , All the hushed and listening air , And the blissful tidings chanting , 66 Lo , the Son of ...
... o'er the slumbering world , With their shining robes up - gathered , And their stainless pinions furled , Thrilling with their wond'rous music , All the hushed and listening air , And the blissful tidings chanting , 66 Lo , the Son of ...
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... o'er the hallowed ark , Thou glorifiest all thou beamest on , Robing in beauty what was cold and dark ; And as from one bright fire full many a spark Floats on the air , and kindling where it falls , New light and warmth from all around ...
... o'er the hallowed ark , Thou glorifiest all thou beamest on , Robing in beauty what was cold and dark ; And as from one bright fire full many a spark Floats on the air , and kindling where it falls , New light and warmth from all around ...
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... o'er thy cheek ; But thy last loving , anxious look , Told more than words could speak . I'm far away from thee , mother , No friend is near me now , To sooth me with a tender word , Or cool my burning brow ; The dearest ties affection ...
... o'er thy cheek ; But thy last loving , anxious look , Told more than words could speak . I'm far away from thee , mother , No friend is near me now , To sooth me with a tender word , Or cool my burning brow ; The dearest ties affection ...
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... o'er my heart ? Your locks they glittered to the sheen , Your hunter garb was trim ; And graceful was the ribbon green That bound your manly limb ! Ah ! little thought I to deplore These limbs in fetters bound ; Or hear upon the ...
... o'er my heart ? Your locks they glittered to the sheen , Your hunter garb was trim ; And graceful was the ribbon green That bound your manly limb ! Ah ! little thought I to deplore These limbs in fetters bound ; Or hear upon the ...
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ABOU BEN ADHEM angels ANONYMOUS beauty behold beneath bless blest bloody tears breast breath bright brother brow CAROLINE FRY charity cheek cheer Christian cold congregation worshipped dark dear deeds doeth all things doth e'er earth ELIHU BURRITT eternal faith Father fearful flower forgive fount of love gentle give glorious glory glow God's GOODWYN BARMBY grace grief hand hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope human JANE TAYLOR Jesus kind kindly Kneel life's light lips live lone look Lord Love's lute lyre MARY HOWITT meek Mercy mind mother Move heart night o'er pain peace pity poor pray prayer pride pure Ring round scorn shame shine sing smile song sorrow soul spirit storms Of passion sweet sweet replies tears tender thee thine THOMAS LODGE thou hast thought toil truth unto virtue voice warm weep wilt words worship wrong
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Side 90 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Side 90 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway: And fools who came to scoff', remain'd to pray...
Side 90 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Side 27 - Hail, wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else! By thee adulterous Lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range ; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother, first were known.
Side 69 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. " He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.
Side 205 - And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear; The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe. No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear; From every face he wipes off every tear. In adamantine chains shall Death be bound. And hell's grim Tyrant feel th
Side 204 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O Thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire! Rapt into future times the bard begun: A Virgin shall conceive — a Virgin bear a Son ! From Jesse's root behold a Branch arise Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies: Th' Ethereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move, And on its top descends the mystic Dove.
Side 204 - Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn ! Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born ! See Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring: See lofty Lebanon his bead advance, See nodding forests on the mountains dance...
Side 85 - But from that hour forgot the smart, And Peace bound up my broken heart. In prison I saw Him next, condemned To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; The tide of lying tongues I...
Side 89 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.