Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... Father's Name 53 The Loss a Friends 55 The Homes of England f Connic Chiarelygen * Who Loves me Best ? C The Wil he Done . The Laplandar JC Tappy Chulahooil . What is 1 * The Chavh Triumphant #ow The Nunday School The Christian Pauper's ...
... Father's Name 53 The Loss a Friends 55 The Homes of England f Connic Chiarelygen * Who Loves me Best ? C The Wil he Done . The Laplandar JC Tappy Chulahooil . What is 1 * The Chavh Triumphant #ow The Nunday School The Christian Pauper's ...
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... Father's Name The Soldier's Funeral ..... 5 The Loss of Friends The Homes of England . 6 The Christian Pauper's Death - bed . 56 Extract from an Elegy written in a Poetical Portraits .. Country Churchyard 8 Who Loves me Best ...
... Father's Name The Soldier's Funeral ..... 5 The Loss of Friends The Homes of England . 6 The Christian Pauper's Death - bed . 56 Extract from an Elegy written in a Poetical Portraits .. Country Churchyard 8 Who Loves me Best ...
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... Father's shrine ! Whose years , with changeless virtue crown'd , Were all alike Divine . Dependant on thy bounteous breath , We seek thy grace alone , In childhood , manhood , age and death , To keep us still thine own . HEBER . HEAVEN ...
... Father's shrine ! Whose years , with changeless virtue crown'd , Were all alike Divine . Dependant on thy bounteous breath , We seek thy grace alone , In childhood , manhood , age and death , To keep us still thine own . HEBER . HEAVEN ...
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... ye conquerors ! Steep in her blood your swords ; And raze to earth her battlements , For they are not the Lord's ; Tell Zion's mournful daughter , O'er kindred bones she'll tread The Destruction of Jerusalem My Father's Name.
... ye conquerors ! Steep in her blood your swords ; And raze to earth her battlements , For they are not the Lord's ; Tell Zion's mournful daughter , O'er kindred bones she'll tread The Destruction of Jerusalem My Father's Name.
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... Father had pray'd o'er his only Son ! LITERARY GAZETTE . THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . THE stately homes of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land . The deer across their greensward ...
... Father had pray'd o'er his only Son ! LITERARY GAZETTE . THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . THE stately homes of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land . The deer across their greensward ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Página 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.