Sacred PoemsClark, Austin & Smith, 1860 - 256 Seiten |
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Absalom angels Bathsheba beautiful beneath birds blessing blest bosom bow'd breast breath bright brow calm cheek child Christ cloud dark dead death dream dream Angelic earth F. O. C. Darley face fair feel feet flowers forehead fountain gather'd gazed gentle Gethsemane GIBEAH glory grave H. W. Herrick hand hast hath heart heaven Helon holy hour hung Jerusalem Jesus knew latchet Lazarus leaves leper lifted light lips lone look look'd morn mourner murmur night o'er pass'd pray'd prayer press'd pulse Rizpah rose Saviour Sea of Galilee seem'd shadows shone silent silver silver star sleep smile soft soft eye soul spirit star stay'd stole stood sunny brow sweet sweet child tears tenderness thee thine thou thought touch'd trees trembling trod turn'd Twas unto voice walk'd watch waters weary whisper wild wind wings words YALE COLLEGE
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Seite 103 - At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? "And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, "And said, Verily, I say unto you,
Seite 103 - Then were there brought unto him little children, that he should put his hands on them, and pray: and the disciples rebuked them. "But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me; for of such is the kingdom of heaven."—Matthew xix. 13, 14.
Seite 135 - all was good;" And when its first pure praises rang, The " morning stars together sang." Lord! 'tis not ours to make the sea And earth and sky a house for thee; But in thy sight our off'ring stands — A humbler temple,
Seite 8 - Be clean I" And lo! the scales fell from him, and his blood Coursed with delicious coolness through his veins, And his dry palms grew moist, and on his lips The dewy softness of an infant's stole. His leprosy was cleansed, and he fell down Prostrate at Jesus
Seite 153 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments: and they shall walk with me in white : for they are worthy."—Revelation, iii. 4.
Seite 74 - Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee! How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet ' my father /' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom I
Seite 135 - His fiat laid the corner-stone, And heaved its pillars, one by one. He hung its starry roof on high — The broad illimitable sky; He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtain'd it with morning light. The mountains in their places stood — The sea—-the
Seite 231 - shall be glad to go; For the world at best is a weary place, And my pulse is getting low; But the grave is dark, and the heart will fail In treading its gloomy way; And it wiles my heart from its dreariness, To see the young so gay.
Seite 121 - On the cross-beam under the Old South bell The nest of a pigeon is builded well. In summer and winter that bird is there, Out and in with the morning air: I love to see him track the street, With his wary eye and active feet;
Seite 103 - be converted and become as little children, yo shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. "Whosoever, therefore, shall humble himself as this