The Gem book of poesie, by the author of 'The ancient poets and poetry of England'.1846 - 160 Seiten |
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... heard - Forget me not ! Merciful God ! forget us not , When sinking through the weight of woe , But round us the remembrance throw Of every promise , long imparted Unto the wrong'd and broken - hearted ; And deign , oh ! deign to give ...
... heard - Forget me not ! Merciful God ! forget us not , When sinking through the weight of woe , But round us the remembrance throw Of every promise , long imparted Unto the wrong'd and broken - hearted ; And deign , oh ! deign to give ...
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... heard alone , That soft Hosanna's tone . And when thou didst depart , no car of flame To bear thee hence in lambent radiance came ; Nor visible angels mourn'd with drooping plumes : Nor didst thou mount on high from fatal Calvary With ...
... heard alone , That soft Hosanna's tone . And when thou didst depart , no car of flame To bear thee hence in lambent radiance came ; Nor visible angels mourn'd with drooping plumes : Nor didst thou mount on high from fatal Calvary With ...
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... heard his voice with joy . W. MARTIN . THE FIRST SABBATH . AND now on earth the seventh Evening arose in Eden , for the sun Was set , and twilight from the East came on , Forerunning night ; when at the holy mount Of heaven's high ...
... heard his voice with joy . W. MARTIN . THE FIRST SABBATH . AND now on earth the seventh Evening arose in Eden , for the sun Was set , and twilight from the East came on , Forerunning night ; when at the holy mount Of heaven's high ...
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... heard the voice of praise . Thou laid'st Eternity's foundation stone , and saw'st Life and existence out of Thee begin . Mysterious more , the more display'd , where still Upon thy glorious throne thou sitt'st alone : Hast sat alone ...
... heard the voice of praise . Thou laid'st Eternity's foundation stone , and saw'st Life and existence out of Thee begin . Mysterious more , the more display'd , where still Upon thy glorious throne thou sitt'st alone : Hast sat alone ...
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... heard afar , Who shake the astonish'd world , lift high to heaven The impetuous song , and say from whom ye rage . His praise , ye brooks , attune , ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along . Ye headlong torrents , rapid ...
... heard afar , Who shake the astonish'd world , lift high to heaven The impetuous song , and say from whom ye rage . His praise , ye brooks , attune , ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along . Ye headlong torrents , rapid ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
art thou BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird blaze bless bliss bloom blossom bosom breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer clouds dark dear death deep delight divine dost doth dread earth ELIZA COOK eternal fade fair faith feel fire flowers gaze gloom glorious glory glow golden slumber green hast hath heart heaven heaven's gate heavenly HERBERT KNOWLES holy hope horned owl hour HYMN light live look Lord loved thee lyre MARTIN MARY HOWITT mighty morn mountain nature Nature's night o'er peace perfect law praise prayer pride pure rapture rose round seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies SKYLARK sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm sublime sweet tears tempest tender thine things thou art thoughts throne tree Twas unto voice wave Weep wild winds wings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 10 - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Seite 24 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 2 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Seite 124 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Seite 26 - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take. His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams...
Seite 41 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
Seite 3 - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
Seite 2 - And ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth 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.
Seite 15 - Are not the mountains, waves and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Seite 164 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.