The Child of the IslandsC. S. Francis, 1851 - 193 sider |
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Allan Douglas alms-giving art thou beauty bending beneath bitter bless breast breath breeze bright brow cadenced music cheek cheerful child clover spread cold COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON dark death doth dream earth echo eyes face fade faint fair fear feel flowers fond gallant band gaze gentle glad gleam glory glow grace grave grief grieving hand happy hath hear heart Heaven hope hour innocent labour land leaves Life's light lips lone look Love's man's mirth morning mother mournful neath never night o'er pain pale Parkhurst Prison pining band pity poor prayer prison proud youths rest rich round Ruislip Common shadow shining sigh silence sleep slumber smile soft SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand summer sweet tears thee thine thou thought toil tread vainly vex'd voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild wilder grace words young youth
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Side 67 - Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
Side 169 - And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it : for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Side 65 - But this is that which was spoken by the prophet Joel ; And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh : and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams: And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy...
Side 215 - FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, " I am content to die. but, oh ! not now ! Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Make the warm air such luxury to breathe Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing; Not while bright flowers around my footsteps wreathe. Spare me, great God, lift up my drooping brow! I am content to die — but, oh ! not now !
Side 177 - And thither were all the flocks gathered : and they rolled the stone from the well's mouth, and watered the sheep, and put the stone again upon the well's mouth in his place.
Side 66 - 1 giorno e '1 mese e 1' anno E la stagione e '1 tempo e 1' ora e '1 punto E '1 bel paese e '1 loco ov...
Side 213 - Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him : but weep sore for him that goeth away : for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.
Side 67 - THE POPLAR FIELD The poplars are fell'd, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves. Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Side 151 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Side 177 - And it came to pass, when Jacob saw Rachel the daughter of Laban his mother's brother, and the sheep of Laban his mother's brother, that Jacob went near, and rolled the stone from the well's mouth, and watered the flock of Laban his mother's brother.