'The return to my native village', and other poems, by a lady1853 |
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Side 9
... sorrows long since left behind , What vague sensations crowd upon my heart , And pensive pleasure mix'd with grief impart ! Once more , lov'd friends , once more I come to shed Tears o'er your honour'd dust on which I tread ; Once more ...
... sorrows long since left behind , What vague sensations crowd upon my heart , And pensive pleasure mix'd with grief impart ! Once more , lov'd friends , once more I come to shed Tears o'er your honour'd dust on which I tread ; Once more ...
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... sorrow seem untrue ? ' Tis past ! —a long , a last adieu Sounds in thy gale's low murm'ring breath ; Thy scented flow'rs are pluck'd to strew The pale , the silent , couch of death . Dear happy saint ! where dost thou dwell ? Dost thou ...
... sorrow seem untrue ? ' Tis past ! —a long , a last adieu Sounds in thy gale's low murm'ring breath ; Thy scented flow'rs are pluck'd to strew The pale , the silent , couch of death . Dear happy saint ! where dost thou dwell ? Dost thou ...
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... er thy sweet expressive face , Where sense and fancy mingle ; where no trace As yet is seen of sorrow or of care ; — Alas ! and must they come ? -then lightly fall thy share ! LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG FRIEND . 25 Who can To a young ...
... er thy sweet expressive face , Where sense and fancy mingle ; where no trace As yet is seen of sorrow or of care ; — Alas ! and must they come ? -then lightly fall thy share ! LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG FRIEND . 25 Who can To a young ...
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... sorrow free and pain and care . Cease then to flow , repining tears , While Hope's celestial form appears . With smile divine she gilds the gloom , And lights our passage to the tomb , And points to that eternal shore Where we shall ...
... sorrow free and pain and care . Cease then to flow , repining tears , While Hope's celestial form appears . With smile divine she gilds the gloom , And lights our passage to the tomb , And points to that eternal shore Where we shall ...
Side 31
... sorrow has in store , No care ; -nor wilt thou ever feel again The bitter lot of sickness or of pain . And oh ! how blest ! Ere sin thy soul could harm , Thou wast borne hence , where faith may thee behold Encircled by thy gracious ...
... sorrow has in store , No care ; -nor wilt thou ever feel again The bitter lot of sickness or of pain . And oh ! how blest ! Ere sin thy soul could harm , Thou wast borne hence , where faith may thee behold Encircled by thy gracious ...
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The Return to My Native Village, and Other Poems, Chiefly on Sacred Subjects ... Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1853 |
'The Return to My Native Village', and Other Poems, by a Lady Return Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Air by Reinagle art thou behold BLENHEIM bless blest bliss bloom bright bring charms cheerful cherub clouds dark dear death delight didst divine Dost thou dread dream e'en e'er earth earthly evermore eyes FAIRY BALLAD Fancy Fancy's fear feel flow'rs FRIEND gloom glory God's grace grief Hallelujah hallow'd hand happy Hark Hast thou hath hear heaven heavenly holy hope Hymn impart judgment day light ling'ring Lord lov'd magic mercy midnight hour mind MISS CASAMAIJOR morn mourn murmur ne'er neath o'er Old Hundredth pain pass'd path peace pleasure praise prayer PSALM rapture rejoice resound rich sacred Saviour saw thee scene scented seraphic shade shed shine shore silent sing smile soft solemn sorrow soul sounds spirit Spring STANZAS strain summer sweet tears tempest thine thought thunders roll thy heart trembling truth Twas unto voice walk Wareham wilt winds wing youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 58 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 98 - O Lord of hosts, my King and God, How highly blest are they, Who in thy temple always dwell, And there thy praise display. 4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee...
Side 76 - With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Side 15 - It was between the night and day, When the Fairy King has power, That I sunk down in a sinful fray, And, 'twixt life and death, was snatched away To the joyless Elfin bower.
Side 112 - Israel:] for unto you is born this day a SAVIOUR, who is CHRIST THE LORD.
Side 86 - A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our LORD shall fill, The royal seat of GOD most high : GOD dwells in Sion, whose fair...
Side 56 - The light of reason does not, any more than that of revelation, force men to submit to its authority : both admonish them of what they ought to do and avoid, together with the consequences of each ; and, after this, leave them at full liberty to act just as they please, till the appointed time of judgment.
Side 74 - Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water spouts ; all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.