Selections of Poetry for Reading and Study. [Illustrated.]1862 - 319 pages |
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... thy creatures testify of thee , Till thou proclaim thyself . Theirs is indeed A teaching voice ; but ' tis the praise of thine , That whom it teaches it makes prompt to learn , And with the boon gives talents for its use . Till thou art ...
... thy creatures testify of thee , Till thou proclaim thyself . Theirs is indeed A teaching voice ; but ' tis the praise of thine , That whom it teaches it makes prompt to learn , And with the boon gives talents for its use . Till thou art ...
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... thou hast touched them ; ' tis the voice of song , A loud hosanna sent from ... art the source and centre of all minds- Their only point of rest , eternal ... thou bounteous Giver of all good , Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown ...
... thou hast touched them ; ' tis the voice of song , A loud hosanna sent from ... art the source and centre of all minds- Their only point of rest , eternal ... thou bounteous Giver of all good , Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown ...
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... thy many crowns , Receive yet one , the crown of all the earth , Thou who alone art worthy ! It was thine By ancient covenant ere nature's birth ; And thou hast made it thine by purchase since , And overpaid its value with thy blood . Thy ...
... thy many crowns , Receive yet one , the crown of all the earth , Thou who alone art worthy ! It was thine By ancient covenant ere nature's birth ; And thou hast made it thine by purchase since , And overpaid its value with thy blood . Thy ...
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... thou art she . My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch 36 SELECTIONS OF POETRY . On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.
... thou art she . My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch 36 SELECTIONS OF POETRY . On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.
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... thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? -It was.- Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound ...
... thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? -It was.- Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound ...
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adore angels beams Beau marked beauty bids billows blessed blest bliss blood breast breath bright cheer Christ cloud crown dark death deep delight divine dwell earth Echo EDMESTON eternal everlasting everlasting song fair faith Father fear flowers foes Gethsemane glorious glory grace hallelujah hand happy hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope immortal Jehovah Jesus King Lamb Lamb of God land light live Lord mercy mighty morning mountains night numbers o'er Omnipotence peace pilgrim Pilgrim Fathers praise prayer ransomed redeemed rest RICHARD LANGHORN rise rocks round saints Saviour seraph shade Shepherd shine shore sight sing sinner skies smile song Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit spread Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sweet tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne Thy Word truth Twas vale voice waves wings wonders Zion's camps
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Page 12 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Page 11 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces thronged, and fiery arms.
Page 2 - And feel thy sovereign vital lamp : but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd.
Page 16 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Page 42 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
Page 93 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays...
Page 231 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam : For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 190 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere ; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — • And mists that spread the flying shroud ; And sunbeams ; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier binds it fast.
Page 4 - By shorter flight to the east, had left him there Arraying with reflected purple arid gold The clouds that on his western throne attend. -^Now came still evening. on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad...
Page 36 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...