 Religion! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford. But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell Or smiled...  Annals of the American Pulpit: Methodist. [1860 - Side 180af William Buell Sprague - 1859Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1909 - 498 sider
...silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford. Rut the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a sabbath appeared. Ye winds, that have made me your sport Convey to this desolate shore... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1920 - 388 sider
...silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford. But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a sabbath appeared. Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate... | |
 | James William Jack - 1900 - 414 sider
...verse of Cowper applies with singular force — " The sound of the church-going bell, These valleys and rocks never heard, Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared." Wherever the Gospel goes, however, it creates a Sabbath, whether... | |
 | William Cowper - 2003 - 124 sider
...silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford. But the sound of the church-going bell These vallies and rocks never heard, Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd. 32 Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate... | |
 | 188 sider
...best in the poem But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sighed at the sound of a knell, Nor smiled when a sabbath appeared are omitted in the Golden Treasury, probably from Wordsworth's prosaic objection to the propriety of... | |
 | 376 sider
...silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford. But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a sabbath appeared. Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate... | |
| |
