Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er ...
... Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er ...
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... meet , And fire - side pleasures gambol at her feet . Where shall that land , that spot of earth be found ? Art thou a man ? —a patriot ? —look around ; O , thou shalt find , howe'er thy footsteps roam , That land thy country , and that ...
... meet , And fire - side pleasures gambol at her feet . Where shall that land , that spot of earth be found ? Art thou a man ? —a patriot ? —look around ; O , thou shalt find , howe'er thy footsteps roam , That land thy country , and that ...
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... meet , Where holy thoughts in infant hearts are bred , And holy words their ruby lips repeat , Oft with a chastened glance , in modulation sweet . Yet some there are , upon whose childish brows Wan poverty hath done the work of care ...
... meet , Where holy thoughts in infant hearts are bred , And holy words their ruby lips repeat , Oft with a chastened glance , in modulation sweet . Yet some there are , upon whose childish brows Wan poverty hath done the work of care ...
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... meet the little throng Of humble saints , and join their prayers ; And in their sweet melodious song , I love to blend my voice with theirs . Their wing'd devotions warmly breath'd , Like incense from the 20 The Sabbath Morn.
... meet the little throng Of humble saints , and join their prayers ; And in their sweet melodious song , I love to blend my voice with theirs . Their wing'd devotions warmly breath'd , Like incense from the 20 The Sabbath Morn.
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... , receding far From the evening's downward star , Now I mount Aurora's car , Pale Siberia's deserts shun , From Kamtschatka's headlands run , South and east , to meet the sun . Jealous China , strange Japan , With bewilder'd thought I 26.
... , receding far From the evening's downward star , Now I mount Aurora's car , Pale Siberia's deserts shun , From Kamtschatka's headlands run , South and east , to meet the sun . Jealous China , strange Japan , With bewilder'd thought I 26.
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angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
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Страница 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Страница 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Страница 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.