An Excursion Among the PoetsH. C. Foster J.C. Foster, 1853 - 360 страници |
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... truths immortal shine ; - Truths , none eternally shall fail to heed , For all , O Lord , are Thine , forever Thine . Forgive the thought , that everlasting ill To any can ( 19 )
... truths immortal shine ; - Truths , none eternally shall fail to heed , For all , O Lord , are Thine , forever Thine . Forgive the thought , that everlasting ill To any can ( 19 )
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... Truth and Love indeed . III . He that spared not his own Son , but delivered him up for us all , how shall he not witn him also freely give us all things ? " Romans , viii . 32 . Он , not Thyself , great God , to satisfy ( Who in ...
... Truth and Love indeed . III . He that spared not his own Son , but delivered him up for us all , how shall he not witn him also freely give us all things ? " Romans , viii . 32 . Он , not Thyself , great God , to satisfy ( Who in ...
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... a trumpet's note is heard , Waking no doubtful echo in the soul ! — Because we are , in truth , most apt to stroll In doubtful ways : and to the common herd - The scourge is needful ! - Nor , indeed , 30 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND .
... a trumpet's note is heard , Waking no doubtful echo in the soul ! — Because we are , in truth , most apt to stroll In doubtful ways : and to the common herd - The scourge is needful ! - Nor , indeed , 30 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND .
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... truth unseen , Rash we decide what mere externals mean . Know'st thou , while thy proud eye is closed afar , In what mean worm God may illume a star ? Know'st thou where His great Spirit dwells serene ? Thou dost not . What thy pride ...
... truth unseen , Rash we decide what mere externals mean . Know'st thou , while thy proud eye is closed afar , In what mean worm God may illume a star ? Know'st thou where His great Spirit dwells serene ? Thou dost not . What thy pride ...
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... or sorrow turn away , Or tell our bosoms ' tis no longer time For penitence . Yet hear this truth , o'erawed , To say there is no hope , expunges God ! XXII . " The wrath of man worketh not the 36 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND .
... or sorrow turn away , Or tell our bosoms ' tis no longer time For penitence . Yet hear this truth , o'erawed , To say there is no hope , expunges God ! XXII . " The wrath of man worketh not the 36 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND .
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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?