Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - 609 страници |
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... o'er us 127 HALLELUJAH ! Christ in God 141 · Hymn on the Seasons . 130 Hymn of the Waldenses . 134 Hail ! to the day 130 Hail ! source of uncreated light 149 Heaven watches o'er their sleeping dust Happiness ! where is thy seat ? · Hymn ...
... o'er us 127 HALLELUJAH ! Christ in God 141 · Hymn on the Seasons . 130 Hymn of the Waldenses . 134 Hail ! to the day 130 Hail ! source of uncreated light 149 Heaven watches o'er their sleeping dust Happiness ! where is thy seat ? · Hymn ...
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... o'er my brow again - to greet the sun In the old places where he shone so fair , The while each wandering brook in music ran , Answering to Youth's sweet thoughts , but all are fled- I come , my home , I come to join thy dead ! I heed ...
... o'er my brow again - to greet the sun In the old places where he shone so fair , The while each wandering brook in music ran , Answering to Youth's sweet thoughts , but all are fled- I come , my home , I come to join thy dead ! I heed ...
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... o'er wasted hours , a weary train , Cheered by the moon's soft light , the sun's glad smile , Watching the blue sky o'er my path of pain , Waiting my summons : whose shall be the eye To glance unkindly ? —I have come to die ! Sweet ...
... o'er wasted hours , a weary train , Cheered by the moon's soft light , the sun's glad smile , Watching the blue sky o'er my path of pain , Waiting my summons : whose shall be the eye To glance unkindly ? —I have come to die ! Sweet ...
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... o'er my thrilling breast , E'en like the harp - string's holiest measures , When dreams the soul of lands of rest And everlasting pleasures . Then ask not what hath changed my heart , Or where hath fled my youthful folly ! I tell thee ...
... o'er my thrilling breast , E'en like the harp - string's holiest measures , When dreams the soul of lands of rest And everlasting pleasures . Then ask not what hath changed my heart , Or where hath fled my youthful folly ! I tell thee ...
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... Footprints on the sands of time ; - Footprints , that perhaps another , Sailing o'er life's solemn main , A forlorn and shipwrecked brother , Seeing , shall take heart again . Let us , then , be up and doing , 24 SONGS OF THE SOUL ;
... Footprints on the sands of time ; - Footprints , that perhaps another , Sailing o'er life's solemn main , A forlorn and shipwrecked brother , Seeing , shall take heart again . Let us , then , be up and doing , 24 SONGS OF THE SOUL ;
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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.