The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Volum 11Alfred Henry Miles G. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1906 |
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... breast ; His bliss and woe , -a smile , a tear ! — Oblivion hides the rest . The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing spirits ' rise and fall ; We know that these were felt by him , For these are felt by all . He suffer'd ...
... breast ; His bliss and woe , -a smile , a tear ! — Oblivion hides the rest . The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing spirits ' rise and fall ; We know that these were felt by him , For these are felt by all . He suffer'd ...
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... breast . Prayer is the burthen of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye , When none but God is near . Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer , the sublimest strains that reach ...
... breast . Prayer is the burthen of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye , When none but God is near . Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer , the sublimest strains that reach ...
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... breast ? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes Murder thy rest ? " Lash'd by the furies of the mind , From Wrath and Vengeance wouldst thou flee ? Ah ! think not , hope not , fool , to find A friend in me . " By all the terrors of the tomb ...
... breast ? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes Murder thy rest ? " Lash'd by the furies of the mind , From Wrath and Vengeance wouldst thou flee ? Ah ! think not , hope not , fool , to find A friend in me . " By all the terrors of the tomb ...
Side 23
... breast to aim A surer blow ? " LIVE ! -and repine not o'er his loss , A loss unworthy to be told : Thou hast mistaken sordid dross For friendship's gold . " Seek the true treasure seldom found , Of power the fiercest griefs to calm ...
... breast to aim A surer blow ? " LIVE ! -and repine not o'er his loss , A loss unworthy to be told : Thou hast mistaken sordid dross For friendship's gold . " Seek the true treasure seldom found , Of power the fiercest griefs to calm ...
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Alfred Henry Miles. " A nobler flame shall warm thy breast , A brighter maiden faithful prove ; Thy youth , thine age , shall yet be blest , In woman's love . 66 -Whate'er thy lot - whoe'er thou be , — Confess thy folly , -kiss the rod ...
Alfred Henry Miles. " A nobler flame shall warm thy breast , A brighter maiden faithful prove ; Thy youth , thine age , shall yet be blest , In woman's love . 66 -Whate'er thy lot - whoe'er thou be , — Confess thy folly , -kiss the rod ...
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The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Volum 11 Alfred Henry Miles Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1906 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Volum 11 Alfred Henry Miles Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1906 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century Alfred H. 1848-1929 Miles Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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ALFRED H angels beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright calm CAROLINE CLIVE Christ Christian CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH Church clouds dark dear death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly eternal faith Father fear flowers glorious glory glow God's grace grave hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly Henry HENRY ALFORD HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope Horatius Bonar hour hymns Jesus John Henry Newman JOHN MASON NEALE JOHN STUART BLACKIE Keble King life's light live Lord night o'er pain passed peace poems poet poetry prayer rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH RICHARD MANT sacred saints Saviour sight silent sing sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thro throne toil truth unto verse voice weary weep winds wings wonder Wordsworth
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Side 53 - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, only thou art holy, there is none beside thee perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! all thy works shall praise thy name in earth and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy!
Side 5 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Side 248 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Side 215 - NEARER, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ! Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee...
Side 215 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Side 161 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Side 13 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try : Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry—
Side 21 - Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ?" Art thou a man ? — a patriot ? — look around ; Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home...
Side 85 - Just as I am Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come...
Side 11 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.