Sacred PoetryJ. Crockford, 1854 - 236 sidor |
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... sorrow should we mourn For those who sin no more ? We mourn for those who weep , Whom stern afflictions bend With anguish o'er the lowly sleep Of lover or of friend ; - But they to whom the sway Of pain and grief is o'er , Whose tears ...
... sorrow should we mourn For those who sin no more ? We mourn for those who weep , Whom stern afflictions bend With anguish o'er the lowly sleep Of lover or of friend ; - But they to whom the sway Of pain and grief is o'er , Whose tears ...
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... sorrow wash the sin away , And spare - from dark perdition . LIFE , DEATH , AND ETERNITY . This poem appeared many years ago without a name in one of the Magazines . A SHADOW moving by one's side , That would a substance seem , - That ...
... sorrow wash the sin away , And spare - from dark perdition . LIFE , DEATH , AND ETERNITY . This poem appeared many years ago without a name in one of the Magazines . A SHADOW moving by one's side , That would a substance seem , - That ...
Sida 13
... sorrow may cease to repine When we know that thy God is with thee . Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be ; There should not be the shadow of gloom , In aught that reminds us of thee . Young flowers and an ...
... sorrow may cease to repine When we know that thy God is with thee . Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be ; There should not be the shadow of gloom , In aught that reminds us of thee . Young flowers and an ...
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... sorrow : God provideth for the morrow ! 66 Say , with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose ? Say , have kings more wholesome fare Than we citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we , Yet we carol merrily . Mortal ...
... sorrow : God provideth for the morrow ! 66 Say , with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose ? Say , have kings more wholesome fare Than we citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we , Yet we carol merrily . Mortal ...
Sida 26
... sorrow : God provideth for the morrow ! " Passages for the Memorq . THOU SHALT NOT KILL . " THOU shalt not kill " —in times of dread , The thrilling accents came , Pealing from Sinai's hallow'd head In thunder and in flame . " Thou ...
... sorrow : God provideth for the morrow ! " Passages for the Memorq . THOU SHALT NOT KILL . " THOU shalt not kill " —in times of dread , The thrilling accents came , Pealing from Sinai's hallow'd head In thunder and in flame . " Thou ...
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angels beam beauty behold beneath Blackwood's Magazine blessed blest bliss bloom breast breath bright brow Casa Wappy Christ clouds dark dead death divine dost doth dread dream dust dust to dust earth earthly eternal fair fear flame flowers gaze GEORGE CROLY gloom glorious glory God's grace grave grief hallow'd hand hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour immortal JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL light lips living lonely look'd Lord mercy morn mortal mountains mourn N. P. WILLIS night o'er pale peace praise prayer rapture rest rise round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd seraph shade shine sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars stood sweet tears temple thee thine things THOMAS MOORE thou art Thou hast thought throne tomb trembling turn'd unto vale voice wandering waves wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM wind wings
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Sida 38 - 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.
Sida 45 - AND is there care in heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Sida 84 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing G-od, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Sida 199 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.
Sida 64 - See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
Sida 28 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Sida 87 - Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon. If thou art rich, thou art poor ; For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.
Sida 80 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Sida 139 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting...
Sida 43 - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.