Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... star of Solyma ; Then passed her glory's day : Like heath that in the wilderness The wild wind whirls away . Silent and waste her bowers Where once the mighty trod , And sunk those mighty towers Where Baal reigned as god . " Go , " said ...
... star of Solyma ; Then passed her glory's day : Like heath that in the wilderness The wild wind whirls away . Silent and waste her bowers Where once the mighty trod , And sunk those mighty towers Where Baal reigned as god . " Go , " said ...
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... stars , night's reign enhancing , Beam not within the sky , With a ray so brightly glancing , As the flash from childhood's eye . But life will soon be waning , And set in death's deep gloom ; Seek , seek , a Saviour reigning , To light ...
... stars , night's reign enhancing , Beam not within the sky , With a ray so brightly glancing , As the flash from childhood's eye . But life will soon be waning , And set in death's deep gloom ; Seek , seek , a Saviour reigning , To light ...
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... course is run . Where is He ? Ask the stars that keep Their nightly watch on high . Where is He ? Ask the pearly dews The tear drops of the sky . Where is He ? Ask the secret founts That feed c 2 15 Where is God? Funeral.
... course is run . Where is He ? Ask the stars that keep Their nightly watch on high . Where is He ? Ask the pearly dews The tear drops of the sky . Where is He ? Ask the secret founts That feed c 2 15 Where is God? Funeral.
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... 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.
... 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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... star of peace return . Then , then , ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name , When the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . CAMPBELL ...
... star of peace return . Then , then , ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name , When the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . CAMPBELL ...
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.