Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... ; In every clime the magnet of his soul , Touch'd by remembrance , trembles to that pole ; For in this land of Heaven's peculiar grace , The heritage of nature's noblest race , There is a spot of earth supremely blest , A 14 Home.
... ; In every clime the magnet of his soul , Touch'd by remembrance , trembles to that pole ; For in this land of Heaven's peculiar grace , The heritage of nature's noblest race , There is a spot of earth supremely blest , A 14 Home.
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Choice descriptive poetry. There is a spot of earth supremely blest , A dearer , sweeter spot than all the rest , Where man , creation's tyrant , casts aside His sword and sceptre , pageantry and pride , While in his soften'd looks ...
Choice descriptive poetry. There is a spot of earth supremely blest , A dearer , sweeter spot than all the rest , Where man , creation's tyrant , casts aside His sword and sceptre , pageantry and pride , While in his soften'd looks ...
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... blest , The calm repose , the kind retreat ; That gives the weary christian rest , And feeds his soul with joys replete . I love to meet the little throng Of humble saints , and join their prayers ; And in their sweet melodious song , I ...
... blest , The calm repose , the kind retreat ; That gives the weary christian rest , And feeds his soul with joys replete . I love to meet the little throng Of humble saints , and join their prayers ; And in their sweet melodious song , I ...
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... , Every shore beneath the sun , And my voyage now is done . While I bid them all be blest , Britain , thou'rt my home - my rest : -My own land , I love thee best . MONTGOMERY , WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR ? THY neighbour ? It is D 3 29.
... , Every shore beneath the sun , And my voyage now is done . While I bid them all be blest , Britain , thou'rt my home - my rest : -My own land , I love thee best . MONTGOMERY , WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR ? THY neighbour ? It is D 3 29.
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... blest . No sound of toil breaks on the ear , The six days ' turmoil o'er , The seventh comes to cheer our hearts , And bid us grieve no more . Yes ! all is hush'd , and nature's God Proclaims , " This is the day , A sabbath set apart ...
... blest . No sound of toil breaks on the ear , The six days ' turmoil o'er , The seventh comes to cheer our hearts , And bid us grieve no more . Yes ! all is hush'd , and nature's God Proclaims , " This is the day , A sabbath set apart ...
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.