An Excursion Among the PoetsH. C. Foster J.C. Foster, 1853 - 360 страници |
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... pain , all want , all fear , all forms of woe . In thought eternal these now rest with Thee , Thou took'st them on Thyself— but man is free ! V. " We are chastened that we be not condemned 3 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND . 25.
... pain , all want , all fear , all forms of woe . In thought eternal these now rest with Thee , Thou took'st them on Thyself— but man is free ! V. " We are chastened that we be not condemned 3 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND . 25.
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... pain . Oh , then , ' tis sure If Thou , to make some mighty scheme com- plete , Permittest Ill to live - Thou know'st the cure . X. " Can a woman forget her sucking child , that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb ...
... pain . Oh , then , ' tis sure If Thou , to make some mighty scheme com- plete , Permittest Ill to live - Thou know'st the cure . X. " Can a woman forget her sucking child , that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb ...
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... pain and fear . Yet in the Bible are there sayings dear , Where God's great love , as if to make a path Direct unto our apprehensions dull , Dropping the garment of a dusky wrath , Stands forth in naked mercy beautiful . XIII . " O ...
... pain and fear . Yet in the Bible are there sayings dear , Where God's great love , as if to make a path Direct unto our apprehensions dull , Dropping the garment of a dusky wrath , Stands forth in naked mercy beautiful . XIII . " O ...
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... Whom images of fear , And terrors whispered into childhood's ear , Distract with gloom that Nature ne'er had had Unspoiled by man Oh , blest it is to hear That there is purpose in our every pain ; That 32 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND .
... Whom images of fear , And terrors whispered into childhood's ear , Distract with gloom that Nature ne'er had had Unspoiled by man Oh , blest it is to hear That there is purpose in our every pain ; That 32 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND .
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H. C. Foster. That there is purpose in our every pain ; That we are not a sport and mockery , Whereon an evil host their skill may try For base experiment ; but children dear Of a wise God , whose very frowns are gain . XVI . " Who is he ...
H. C. Foster. That there is purpose in our every pain ; That we are not a sport and mockery , Whereon an evil host their skill may try For base experiment ; but children dear Of a wise God , whose very frowns are gain . XVI . " Who is he ...
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ABOU BEN ADHEM Alphonse De Lamartine angel art thou beauty behold beneath Bernard Barton bless blest bliss bosom breast breath bright canst cheer child Christ clouds dark dead dear death deep divine doth doubt dread dream dust E'en earth earthly eternal eyes fair faith Father Father divine fear feel flowers glad gloom glorious glory God's grace grave grief happy Hartley Coleridge harvest ended hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope Horace Smith human immortal John Sterling life's light live Lord mercy mind morning mortal nature Nature's never night o'er old minster pain peace perish praise prayer Psalm rest Ring Saviour seraphs shine silent sing skies smile sorrow soul soul's spirit stars sweet taught tears thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love trembling trust truth unto voice wandering weary weep wilt wings wisdom word
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Страница 79 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Страница 116 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Страница 170 - 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.
Страница 257 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Страница 199 - Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without be rich no more : So shalt thou feed...
Страница 330 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Страница 77 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Страница 84 - I have seen A curious Child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped Shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, — sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the Monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native Sea.
Страница 87 - And joy its own security. And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide...
Страница 90 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?