The Testimony of the PoetsB.B. Mussey and A. Tompkins, 1854 - 360 sider |
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... of God , Some rock His pulpit ; yet His steps , too , trod The temple's pavement . Daily His repair Was to the shrine where dwelt God's honour fair ; And there He taught ; and , from that dread 4 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND . 37.
... of God , Some rock His pulpit ; yet His steps , too , trod The temple's pavement . Daily His repair Was to the shrine where dwelt God's honour fair ; And there He taught ; and , from that dread 4 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND . 37.
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... fair temples to His worship given , The best our hands can offer.- And trust , ye ― Who turn His gifts unto the Giver's praise , His smile hath prompted and will bless your ways . XXIV . " None that trust in him shall be desolate ...
... fair temples to His worship given , The best our hands can offer.- And trust , ye ― Who turn His gifts unto the Giver's praise , His smile hath prompted and will bless your ways . XXIV . " None that trust in him shall be desolate ...
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... fair When back across the Past with throbbing brain In thought we journey , thou dost mock our pain , Like the false fountains on a desert's glare ! Our fancy grasps thee , though thou be but air , And bitter the heart's cry , " In vain ...
... fair When back across the Past with throbbing brain In thought we journey , thou dost mock our pain , Like the false fountains on a desert's glare ! Our fancy grasps thee , though thou be but air , And bitter the heart's cry , " In vain ...
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... soul ; even past despair , Past sin itself , all all is turned to fair ― - Ay , to a scheme of ordered happiness , So soon as we love God , or rather know • That God loves us ! Accepting the great pledge 52 THE TESTIMONY OF THE POETS .
... soul ; even past despair , Past sin itself , all all is turned to fair ― - Ay , to a scheme of ordered happiness , So soon as we love God , or rather know • That God loves us ! Accepting the great pledge 52 THE TESTIMONY OF THE POETS .
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... fair summer day , Its mother ask " Who made these flowers this sod ? " - - The mother answered gently . " The good God Who gave His Son that you might freely play , And happy be . " Then joyfully did stray The child ; and Pleasure ...
... fair summer day , Its mother ask " Who made these flowers this sod ? " - - The mother answered gently . " The good God Who gave His Son that you might freely play , And happy be . " Then joyfully did stray The child ; and Pleasure ...
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ABOU BEN ADHEM Alphonse De Lamartine angel beauty behold beneath Bernard Barton bless blesséd blest bliss bosom breast breath bright calm cheerful child Christ clouds dark dead dear death deep divine dost doth doubt dream dust E'en earth earthly Elizabeth Barrett Browning Epes Sargent eternal eyes fair faith Father fear feel flowers forever gloom glorious glory God's grace grave grief happy harvest ended hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope Horace Smith human immortal John Sterling life's light live look Lord mercy mind morning mortal Nature Nature's never night o'er old minster pain peace perish praise prayer Psalm rest Ring Saviour seraphs shine silent skies smile sorrow soul sphere spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Hood Thou art Thou hast thought throne trembling trust truth unto virtue voice wandering weary weep wings wisdom word
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Side 80 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ! Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage ! thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep Haunted for ever by the eternal mind — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest, On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Side 116 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Side 77 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Side 84 - I have seen A curious Child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped Shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, — sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the Monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native Sea.
Side 169 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Side 248 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Side 90 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that 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-labor, light denied ?
Side 89 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Side 312 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Side 170 - tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.