Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... glory's throne . Till evil came and blighted Thy long - loved olive tree , And Salem's shrines were lighted To other gods than thee . Then sank the star of Solyma ; Then passed her glory's day : Like heath that in the wilderness The ...
... glory's throne . Till evil came and blighted Thy long - loved olive tree , And Salem's shrines were lighted To other gods than thee . Then sank the star of Solyma ; Then passed her glory's day : Like heath that in the wilderness The ...
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... 'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead - but to the grave . " THE DEAD IN CHRIST SHALL RISE FIRST . " 8 Extract from an Elegy written in Poetical Portraits Country Churchyard Who Loves me Best?
... 'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead - but to the grave . " THE DEAD IN CHRIST SHALL RISE FIRST . " 8 Extract from an Elegy written in Poetical Portraits Country Churchyard Who Loves me Best?
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... Glory to our God alone , God whose love can ne'er be told ? " Who are these in purest white , Shining brighter than the sun , Chanting round the Lord of light , " Jesus died ; the victory ' s won ? " These are they who once below Felt ...
... Glory to our God alone , God whose love can ne'er be told ? " Who are these in purest white , Shining brighter than the sun , Chanting round the Lord of light , " Jesus died ; the victory ' s won ? " These are they who once below Felt ...
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... glory gives . T. CHALLIS . HOME . THERE is a land , of every land the pride , Belov'd by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light , And milder moons emparadise the night ; A land of beauty , virtue ...
... glory gives . T. CHALLIS . HOME . THERE is a land , of every land the pride , Belov'd by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light , And milder moons emparadise the night ; A land of beauty , virtue ...
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... , duration infinite ! " Of things inanimate , my dial I Consulted , and it made me this reply , 66 Time is the season fair of living well , " The path to glory , or the path to hell . " I ask'd my Bible , and methinks it said , 68.
... , duration infinite ! " Of things inanimate , my dial I Consulted , and it made me this reply , 66 Time is the season fair of living well , " The path to glory , or the path to hell . " I ask'd my Bible , and methinks it said , 68.
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.