Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - 609 sider |
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... breast 83 Earth not the sphere of souls 83 Faith . · Easter • Early Calling FATHER ! thou must lead Faith , the evidence of things unseen Faint not , poor traveller Far from the world , O Lord , I flee 82 85 89 90 91 93 • 90 Footsteps ...
... breast 83 Earth not the sphere of souls 83 Faith . · Easter • Early Calling FATHER ! thou must lead Faith , the evidence of things unseen Faint not , poor traveller Far from the world , O Lord , I flee 82 85 89 90 91 93 • 90 Footsteps ...
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... breast , Ere I am called away : I dare not leave Their young hearts here , their innocent , thought- less hearts ! Ah , how the shadowy train of future ills Comes sweeping down life's vista as I gaze ! My May ! my careless , ardent ...
... breast , Ere I am called away : I dare not leave Their young hearts here , their innocent , thought- less hearts ! Ah , how the shadowy train of future ills Comes sweeping down life's vista as I gaze ! My May ! my careless , ardent ...
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... breast , E'en like the harp - string's holiest measures , When dreams the soul of lands of rest And everlasting pleasures . Then ask not what hath changed my heart , Or where hath fled my youthful folly ! I tell thee , Tamar's virtuous ...
... breast , E'en like the harp - string's holiest measures , When dreams the soul of lands of rest And everlasting pleasures . Then ask not what hath changed my heart , Or where hath fled my youthful folly ! I tell thee , Tamar's virtuous ...
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... breast by conscious virtue warm'd , The heart that pitied , and the look that charm'd ; The beam of wit from sparkling genius brought , Its fire chastis'd by cool directing thought ; Superior sense , by passion ne'er betray'd , The ...
... breast by conscious virtue warm'd , The heart that pitied , and the look that charm'd ; The beam of wit from sparkling genius brought , Its fire chastis'd by cool directing thought ; Superior sense , by passion ne'er betray'd , The ...
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... breast , With love and reverence melt ? O ! blest be those fair girls - and blest That home where God is felt . FELICIA HEMANS . Believe , thou dark lost Pilgrim , still ! IS FROM MINES OF THOUGHT . 39 Let there be light PAGE.
... breast , With love and reverence melt ? O ! blest be those fair girls - and blest That home where God is felt . FELICIA HEMANS . Believe , thou dark lost Pilgrim , still ! IS FROM MINES OF THOUGHT . 39 Let there be light PAGE.
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adore angels ANON beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blossom breast breath bright brow child clouds crown dark death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair faith Father fear FELICIA HEMANS flame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES gaze gentle glorious glory God's grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN HENRY VAUGHAN HENRY W Here's love holy hope hour hymn immortal JOHN KEBLE let thy life's light live Lord MATTHEW PRIOR mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest ROBERT POLLOK round sacred Saviour shade shalt shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet swelling tears thee thine THOMAS FLATMAN thou art thoughts throne Thy name tongue unto voice wave weary WILLIAM COWPER winds wings
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Side 521 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Side 532 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Side 117 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Side 177 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Side 190 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Side 178 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Side 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Side 113 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Side 380 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light. Thy torch doth show the way.
Side 178 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix, And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.