A garland of poems for the youngReligious Tract Society, 1847 - 96 страници |
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... sound Of tolling church - bell echoing round ; It calls us to God's house away , To hear his word , to sing , to pray ! How sweet and solemn is the place ! There God beholds , with smiling face , The crowds that in his name draw near To ...
... sound Of tolling church - bell echoing round ; It calls us to God's house away , To hear his word , to sing , to pray ! How sweet and solemn is the place ! There God beholds , with smiling face , The crowds that in his name draw near To ...
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... sound unknown . May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore , The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens , griev'd themselves at my con- cern , Oft gave me promise of thy quick return . What ardently I wish'd , I long ...
... sound unknown . May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore , The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens , griev'd themselves at my con- cern , Oft gave me promise of thy quick return . What ardently I wish'd , I long ...
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... sound That frightened her before . A favourite the ghost became ; And ' twas his fate to thrive , And long he liv'd , and spread his fame , And kept the joke alive . For many a laugh went through the vale ; And some conviction too ...
... sound That frightened her before . A favourite the ghost became ; And ' twas his fate to thrive , And long he liv'd , and spread his fame , And kept the joke alive . For many a laugh went through the vale ; And some conviction too ...
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... Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar , or bids your roarings fall . Soft roll your incense , herbs , and fruits , and flowers , In mingled clouds to Him whose sun exalts , Whose breath perfumes you , and ...
... Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar , or bids your roarings fall . Soft roll your incense , herbs , and fruits , and flowers , In mingled clouds to Him whose sun exalts , Whose breath perfumes you , and ...
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... sound : the broad responsive low , Ye valleys raise ; for the great Shepherd reigns ; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come . Ye woodlands all , awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day , Expiring ...
... sound : the broad responsive low , Ye valleys raise ; for the great Shepherd reigns ; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come . Ye woodlands all , awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day , Expiring ...
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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.