A garland of poems for the youngReligious Tract Society, 1847 - 96 страница |
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... beams Was woven in the sky . When o'er the green , undeluged earth , Heaven's covenant thou did'st shine , How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign ! And when its yellow lustre smiled ... beam 50 A GARLAND OF POEMS .
... beams Was woven in the sky . When o'er the green , undeluged earth , Heaven's covenant thou did'st shine , How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign ! And when its yellow lustre smiled ... beam 50 A GARLAND OF POEMS .
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... beam . For , faithful to its sacred page , Heaven still rebuilds thy span , Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man . CAMPBELL . THE CHILD COMING TO JESUS . SUFFER me to come to Jesus , Mother dear , forbid me ...
... beam . For , faithful to its sacred page , Heaven still rebuilds thy span , Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man . CAMPBELL . THE CHILD COMING TO JESUS . SUFFER me to come to Jesus , Mother dear , forbid me ...
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... beams , Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre . Great source of day ... beam His praise . The thunder rolls ! be hushed the prostrate world ! While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn ...
... beams , Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre . Great source of day ... beam His praise . The thunder rolls ! be hushed the prostrate world ! While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn ...
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... beam Flames on the Atlantic isles ; ' 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 . When even at last the solemn hour shall come , And ...
... beam Flames on the Atlantic isles ; ' 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 . When even at last the solemn hour shall come , And ...
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... region of darkness , the season of light , The sister of Chaos , grew beauteous and bright By the beams of the moon and the star . By the word of Omnipotence nature brought forth The fish 88 A GARLAND OF POEMS . CREATION.
... region of darkness , the season of light , The sister of Chaos , grew beauteous and bright By the beams of the moon and the star . By the word of Omnipotence nature brought forth The fish 88 A GARLAND OF POEMS . CREATION.
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ANON beam beauty birds blossom bosom bowers breast breath bright brightly brow busy Bee BUTTERFLY child churchyard clouds comes he comes-the comes-the Frost Spirit Conwy dark dead dear death delight doth dream dwell dwelleth dwelleth God earth fair FAKENHAM fear flowers Frost Spirit comes gentle goblin gone grace green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Holy Ground hour infant Jesus joyous Lark light little maid Little maiden look look'd Lord lov'd lyre maiden mother mountains nest never nigh night o'er pain pass'd peace Pebble praise pray prayer RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY rest rill rocks rose round Sabbath scene seraph shade shine sigh sing smile song sorrow soul Spring storm stream summer sweet SWEETBRIER tarn tell tempest tender thee thine thou art thou busy thought to-morrow toil tree voice warbling wert wing wrapp'd young
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Страница 57 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Страница 35 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Страница 34 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Страница 81 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." " Their graves are green, they may be seen...
Страница 56 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around...
Страница 80 - I met a little cottage girl, She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Страница 36 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Страница 81 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Страница 51 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Страница 9 - GOD might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.