Beauties of Modern British Poetry: Systematically Arranged ...Nelson, 1865 - 416 Seiten |
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... Night Storm on the Lake of Montgomery Anon . ... 315 ... ... 316 Geneva ... ... ... ... ... Midsummer Night Storm on the Pyrenees ... Byron Malcolm ... 318 ... 319 The Storm Shipwreck Shipwreck ... Shipwreck Shipwreck ... Shipwreck ...
... Night Storm on the Lake of Montgomery Anon . ... 315 ... ... 316 Geneva ... ... ... ... ... Midsummer Night Storm on the Pyrenees ... Byron Malcolm ... 318 ... 319 The Storm Shipwreck Shipwreck ... Shipwreck Shipwreck ... Shipwreck ...
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... Night Storm on the Lake of Geneva ... 000 ... Midsummer Night Storm on the Pyrenees The Storm Thomson Montgomery Anon . ... ... Byron ... ... ... 200 Malcolm Mrs. Hemans Shipwreck ... Shipwreck Shipwreck ... Shipwreck ...
... Night Storm on the Lake of Geneva ... 000 ... Midsummer Night Storm on the Pyrenees The Storm Thomson Montgomery Anon . ... ... Byron ... ... ... 200 Malcolm Mrs. Hemans Shipwreck ... Shipwreck Shipwreck ... Shipwreck ...
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... night and day Him who shrinks back or wanders from the way , Praising each highly — from a wish to raise Their merits to the level of his Praise . Onward in their observing sight he moves , Fearful of wrong , in awe of whom he loves ...
... night and day Him who shrinks back or wanders from the way , Praising each highly — from a wish to raise Their merits to the level of his Praise . Onward in their observing sight he moves , Fearful of wrong , in awe of whom he loves ...
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... night , But hide themselves in heaven's own light . MONTGOMERY . ALL MEN BRETHREN . HILDREN we are all Of one great Father , in whatever clime His providence hath cast the seed of life , All tongues , all colours ; neither after death ...
... night , But hide themselves in heaven's own light . MONTGOMERY . ALL MEN BRETHREN . HILDREN we are all Of one great Father , in whatever clime His providence hath cast the seed of life , All tongues , all colours ; neither after death ...
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... night of Time , Stood , casting on the dark her gracious bow . 0- THE BIBLE . CITHIN this awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries : Happiest they of human race , To whom their God has given grace To read , to fear , to hope , to pray ...
... night of Time , Stood , casting on the dark her gracious bow . 0- THE BIBLE . CITHIN this awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries : Happiest they of human race , To whom their God has given grace To read , to fear , to hope , to pray ...
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art thou beam beauty behold beneath birds blessed blest bliss bloom bower breast breath breeze bright brow burning calm clouds dark death deep delight Dobok dream earth eternal fair farewell feel flowers gaze glad song Glen Etive gloom glorious glory glow grave green guardian rocks happy hath heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour hues immortal JOANNA BAILLIE land light Loch Eribol Lord lyre MONT BLANC moon morning mortal Mother's Love mountains nature's ne'er night o'er peace POLLOK praise prayer rapture rest rill rise rocks roll rose round seraph shade shadow shine sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars stream sunny brow sweet Sweet oblivion tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild winds wings
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Seite 253 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Seite 290 - THESE as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields : the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes Thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Seite 223 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Seite 158 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Seite 69 - Prayer is the burden 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 The Majesty on high. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death — • He enters heaven with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Seite 82 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Seite 222 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learned the language of another world.
Seite 22 - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Seite 284 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...
Seite 182 - Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?