Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious KindOtis, Broaders, 1839 - 288 sider |
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... hand . ” But O ! what mortal tongue shall sing Thy wondrous love ? Death could not with his threaten'd sting Thy purpose move : Conqueror of death , and pledge of life to rise , Joy of the earth , and heir of subject skies . Shepherd ...
... hand . ” But O ! what mortal tongue shall sing Thy wondrous love ? Death could not with his threaten'd sting Thy purpose move : Conqueror of death , and pledge of life to rise , Joy of the earth , and heir of subject skies . Shepherd ...
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... hand in its father's press'd , Shall learn that she who first caress'd Its infant cheek now sleeps below . And often shall he come alone When not a sound but evening's sigh Is heard , and , bowing by the stone That bears his mother's ...
... hand in its father's press'd , Shall learn that she who first caress'd Its infant cheek now sleeps below . And often shall he come alone When not a sound but evening's sigh Is heard , and , bowing by the stone That bears his mother's ...
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... his dungeon grate , Feebly and cold , the morning light Comes stealing round him , dim and late , As if it loathed the sight . Reclining on his strawy bed , His hand upholds his 27 God is Love, Anonymous †The Poor Debtor, J G Whittier.
... his dungeon grate , Feebly and cold , the morning light Comes stealing round him , dim and late , As if it loathed the sight . Reclining on his strawy bed , His hand upholds his 27 God is Love, Anonymous †The Poor Debtor, J G Whittier.
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... hand upholds his drooping head ; His bloodless cheek is seamed and hard , Unshorn his gray , neglected beard ; And o ... hands with gore ? Not so ; his crime's a fouler one : GOD MADE THE OLD MAN POOR ! For this he shares a felon's cell ...
... hand upholds his drooping head ; His bloodless cheek is seamed and hard , Unshorn his gray , neglected beard ; And o ... hands with gore ? Not so ; his crime's a fouler one : GOD MADE THE OLD MAN POOR ! For this he shares a felon's cell ...
Side 30
... hand . LINES ON PASSING THE GRAVE OF MY SISTER . ON yonder shore , on yonder shore , Now verdant with the depth of shade , Beneath the white - armed sycamore , There is a little infant laid . Forgive this tear - a brother weeps— ' Tis ...
... hand . LINES ON PASSING THE GRAVE OF MY SISTER . ON yonder shore , on yonder shore , Now verdant with the depth of shade , Beneath the white - armed sycamore , There is a little infant laid . Forgive this tear - a brother weeps— ' Tis ...
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Side 207 - DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ. I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the hrute. 0 solitude! where are the charms
Side 274 - of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing. Ye in heaven! 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, Sure pledge of day, that
Side 133 - in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars in the sea When the blue ware rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset
Side 188 - gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye: Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. THE
Side 205 - the blood of goat, The flesh of rams, I will not prize ; A contrite heart, an humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice." FUNERAL HYMN. YE midnight shades, o'er nature spread! Dumb silence of the dreary hour! In honor of the approaching dead, Around your awful terrors pour. Yes, pour around On this pale ground,
Side 163 - roam : But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To hold my course to
Side 188 - vistas into heaven, Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. When night, with wings of stormy gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
Side 201 - men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all The
Side 157 - origin divine, God's glorious image—freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE ! GOD'S FIRST TEMPLES.—A
Side 177 - THE REV. W. MASON. TAKE, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear; Take that best gift, which Heaven so lately gave. To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care, Her faded form—she how'd to taste the wave, And died ! Does youth, does beauty read the line ? Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm ? Speak, dead