Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - 609 страница |
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... round , O thou , my God ! 156 Invocation to Sleep . I the good fight have fought Immortality I see them walking in an air of Glory . If the Lord build not the house , the labour is vain . I wake to know my better self Indestructibility ...
... round , O thou , my God ! 156 Invocation to Sleep . I the good fight have fought Immortality I see them walking in an air of Glory . If the Lord build not the house , the labour is vain . I wake to know my better self Indestructibility ...
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... , like flying pursuivant , Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight , they watch and duly ward , B And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And AND is there care in heaven? and is there love?
... , like flying pursuivant , Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight , they watch and duly ward , B And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And AND is there care in heaven? and is there love?
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... ROUND Bethesda's healing wave AF Waiting to hear the rustling wing Which spoke the angel nigh , who gave Its virtue to that holy spring , With patience and with hope endued , Were seen the gathered multitude . Among them there was one ...
... ROUND Bethesda's healing wave AF Waiting to hear the rustling wing Which spoke the angel nigh , who gave Its virtue to that holy spring , With patience and with hope endued , Were seen the gathered multitude . Among them there was one ...
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... disperse , I love to linger in the narrow field Of rest ; to wander round from tomb to tomb , And think of some who silent sleep below . Sad sighs the wind , that from those ancient elms 16 SONGS OF THE SOUL ; Autumn Sabbath walk.
... disperse , I love to linger in the narrow field Of rest ; to wander round from tomb to tomb , And think of some who silent sleep below . Sad sighs the wind , that from those ancient elms 16 SONGS OF THE SOUL ; Autumn Sabbath walk.
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... round and round In silken thought , with reptile Fancy spun , Till darken'd Reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit of endless comfort here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! Night - visions may befriend ( as ...
... round and round In silken thought , with reptile Fancy spun , Till darken'd Reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit of endless comfort here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! Night - visions may befriend ( as ...
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adore angels ANON beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blossom breast breath bright brow child clouds crown dark death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair faith Father fear FELICIA HEMANS flame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES gaze gentle glorious glory God's grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN HENRY VAUGHAN HENRY W Here's love holy hope hour hymn immortal JOHN KEBLE let thy life's light live Lord MATTHEW PRIOR mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest ROBERT POLLOK round sacred Saviour shade shalt shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet swelling tears thee thine THOMAS FLATMAN thou art thoughts throne Thy name tongue unto voice wave weary WILLIAM COWPER winds wings
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Страница 521 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Страница 532 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Страница 117 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Страница 177 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Страница 190 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Страница 178 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Страница 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Страница 113 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Страница 380 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light. Thy torch doth show the way.
Страница 178 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix, And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.