Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... blessing said , One moment's pause , and they left the dead ! - I saw a poor and an aged man , His step was feeble , his lip was wan : He knelt him down on the new rais'd mound , His face was bow'd on the cold damp ground ; He rais'd ...
... blessing said , One moment's pause , and they left the dead ! - I saw a poor and an aged man , His step was feeble , his lip was wan : He knelt him down on the new rais'd mound , His face was bow'd on the cold damp ground ; He rais'd ...
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... gaily move , And deem , perchance , mistaken as you are , The " coat of many colours " proves His love , Whose sign is in the heart , and whose reward above . And ye , bless'd labourers in this humble sphere , 19 The Sunday School.
... gaily move , And deem , perchance , mistaken as you are , The " coat of many colours " proves His love , Whose sign is in the heart , and whose reward above . And ye , bless'd labourers in this humble sphere , 19 The Sunday School.
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Choice descriptive poetry. And ye , bless'd labourers in this humble sphere , To deeds of saintlike charity inclined , Who from your cells of meditation dear , Come forth to gird the weak untutored mind , — Yet ask no payment , save one ...
Choice descriptive poetry. And ye , bless'd labourers in this humble sphere , To deeds of saintlike charity inclined , Who from your cells of meditation dear , Come forth to gird the weak untutored mind , — Yet ask no payment , save one ...
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... bless ; Whose aching heart and burning brow Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? " Tis the fainting poor Whose eye with want is dim ; Whom hunger sends from door to door ; - Go thou , and succour him . Thy neighbour ? ' Tis ...
... bless ; Whose aching heart and burning brow Thy soothing hand may press . Thy neighbour ? " Tis the fainting poor Whose eye with want is dim ; Whom hunger sends from door to door ; - Go thou , and succour him . Thy neighbour ? ' Tis ...
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... bless us when we wake , ' Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above . CONFIRMATION . O HAPPY day that fix'd my choice On thee , my Saviour and my God ! Well may this glowing ...
... bless us when we wake , ' Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above . CONFIRMATION . O HAPPY day that fix'd my choice On thee , my Saviour and my God ! Well may this glowing ...
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.