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... awful form , The sphere - born music of the storm ? Yet who would choose , how grand soever , The shortest day to last for ever ? B MONTGOMERY . 600082974- CHOICE DESCRIPTIVE POETRY ; INTENDED FOR THE USE OF Change of Sausans.
... awful form , The sphere - born music of the storm ? Yet who would choose , how grand soever , The shortest day to last for ever ? B MONTGOMERY . 600082974- CHOICE DESCRIPTIVE POETRY ; INTENDED FOR THE USE OF Change of Sausans.
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... ? Who loves not winter's awful form , The sphere - born music of the storm ? Yet who would choose , how grand soever , The shortest day to last for ever ? MONTGOMERY . B EARLY PIETY . By cool Siloam's shady rill , How Change of Seasons.
... ? Who loves not winter's awful form , The sphere - born music of the storm ? Yet who would choose , how grand soever , The shortest day to last for ever ? MONTGOMERY . B EARLY PIETY . By cool Siloam's shady rill , How Change of Seasons.
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... storm of fire That bursts from Etna's womb , And ask the glowing lava flood That makes the earth a tomb . Where is He ? Ask the Malstrom's whirl Shivering tall pines like glass ; Ask the giant oak , the graceful flower , Or the simplest ...
... storm of fire That bursts from Etna's womb , And ask the glowing lava flood That makes the earth a tomb . Where is He ? Ask the Malstrom's whirl Shivering tall pines like glass ; Ask the giant oak , the graceful flower , Or the simplest ...
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... Summer's sun , or winter's storm , Song of peace , or battle's roar , Ne'er shall break their slumbers more . Death shall keep his sullen trust— 66 Earth to earth , and dust to dust ! " But a day is coming fast , Earth , thy 23 A Dirge.
... Summer's sun , or winter's storm , Song of peace , or battle's roar , Ne'er shall break their slumbers more . Death shall keep his sullen trust— 66 Earth to earth , and dust to dust ! " But a day is coming fast , Earth , thy 23 A Dirge.
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... Storms , thy spectre's fled , And the angel Hope , instead , Lights from heaven upon thy head . St. Helena's dungeon - keep Scowls defiance o'er the deep ; There a Hero's relics sleep . Mammon's plague - ships throng the waves ; Oh ! D 2 ...
... Storms , thy spectre's fled , And the angel Hope , instead , Lights from heaven upon thy head . St. Helena's dungeon - keep Scowls defiance o'er the deep ; There a Hero's relics sleep . Mammon's plague - ships throng the waves ; Oh ! D 2 ...
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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
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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.