Sacred Poems: Being a Selection from the Poets, Devotional & MoralLee and Shepard, 1874 - 307 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Absalom adore Almighty angels Art thou beams beauty behold Belshazzar bless blest bliss breast breath bright Bring flowers brow Casabianca cease child clouds cold creature dark dead death DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dost doth dread dream dust earth eternal eyes fair Father feel flame glorious glory glow God's gone grace grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN immortal infant John Dyer light live Lord MIRIAM'S SONG morning mother's ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY PARADISE Lost peace praise prayer rapture rest rise Robert Bloomfield round sacred seraph shade shadow lie shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars sweet tears thee thine thou art thought throne toil tomb trembling voice wake weary weep wild winds wing youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 10 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition, This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death...
Seite 124 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSHED is the harp — the Minstrel gone.
Seite 89 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death; and God adore. What future bliss, He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never is, but always to be blest.
Seite 85 - The world recedes; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting...
Seite 60 - THOU art, O GOD, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine...
Seite 49 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 94 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Seite 76 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Seite 17 - Try not the Pass!" the old man said, "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! "Oh stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Seite 256 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere, Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...