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... fear not . Rest , a necessity . The lover at Even . Music at midnight . Why comes the Tide of Even ? Light is good ; The sunshine is a sea of joy and glory , Washing cold darkness from the face of beauty ! How pure and blessed is the ...
... fear not . Rest , a necessity . The lover at Even . Music at midnight . Why comes the Tide of Even ? Light is good ; The sunshine is a sea of joy and glory , Washing cold darkness from the face of beauty ! How pure and blessed is the ...
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... fear and care , And pain and death , disturb them and alarm ? Nay - past and future sorrows were cut off , Sent out of sight , and , so far out of mind , They never might have been , or been to be ; And neither was allowed to steal upon ...
... fear and care , And pain and death , disturb them and alarm ? Nay - past and future sorrows were cut off , Sent out of sight , and , so far out of mind , They never might have been , or been to be ; And neither was allowed to steal upon ...
Side 25
... fear , astonished and alarm'd , At every moment meeteth new distress , And groweth sick of sunshine . There is war ! Two mighty hosts , that represent two nations , Move on to meet in battle . Flashing swords , Like fiery flying serpent ...
... fear , astonished and alarm'd , At every moment meeteth new distress , And groweth sick of sunshine . There is war ! Two mighty hosts , that represent two nations , Move on to meet in battle . Flashing swords , Like fiery flying serpent ...
Side 41
... fear are on the land ; And on the sea astonishment and fear . While some to rest return from weary labour , - The sun meanwhile up in his place remaining , — To weary labour others go from rest : And , as if by agreement , half mankind ...
... fear are on the land ; And on the sea astonishment and fear . While some to rest return from weary labour , - The sun meanwhile up in his place remaining , — To weary labour others go from rest : And , as if by agreement , half mankind ...
Side 58
... fear . The reason why . A traveller in fear , but not in danger . The reason explained . The Word of God , and safety . A natural result of sacred influence . But pass we now from Eventide the vernal To that of summer bloom . O blest ...
... fear . The reason why . A traveller in fear , but not in danger . The reason explained . The Word of God , and safety . A natural result of sacred influence . But pass we now from Eventide the vernal To that of summer bloom . O blest ...
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The Tide of Even, and Other Poems, with Tales and Songs John Swain (Writer of Verse ) Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
The Tide Of Even, And Other Poems, With Tales And Songs John Swain (Writer of Verse ). Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2019 |
The Tide Of Even, And Other Poems, With Tales And Songs John Swain (Writer of Verse ). Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2019 |
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Side 81 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through heaven The triumph of a soul forgiven...
Side 81 - Twas a bright smile the Angel threw From heaven's gate, to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near. " Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done — The gates are passed, and heaven is won ! Oh ! am I not happy?
Side 76 - No, no ! When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too. Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before, like thee, I fade and burn ; Cling to these yet cool lips and share The last pure life that lingers there.
Side 139 - Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee ; But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love, or thrones without ? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness.
Side 140 - A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground...
Side 81 - thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee ; but now — " He hung his head ; each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
Side 77 - O'er all the enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below! Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks Of golden melons on their banks, More golden where the sunlight falls; Gay lizards, glittering on the...
Side 126 - One, — what a rapture is his. Who in moonlight and music thus sweetly may glide O'er the Lake of Cashmere, with that One by his side ! If woman can make the worst wilderness dear. Think, think what a heaven she must make of Cashmere...
Side 97 - I never loved a tree or flower but 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear Gazelle, to glad me with its soft black eye, but when it came to know me well, and love me, it was sure to marry a marketgardener.
Side 27 - And music, too — dear music ! that can touch Beyond all else the soul that loves it much — Now heard far off, so far as but to seem Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream; All was too much for him, too full of bliss, The heart could nothing feel, that felt not this...