Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... Child .. 52 The Dostenotion o ; Jarusalem : The Noldier's Punaal 4 M Father's Name 53 The Loss a Friends 55 The Homes of England f Connic Chiarelygen * Who Loves me Best ? C The Wil he Done . The Laplandar JC Tappy Chulahooil . What is ...
... Child .. 52 The Dostenotion o ; Jarusalem : The Noldier's Punaal 4 M Father's Name 53 The Loss a Friends 55 The Homes of England f Connic Chiarelygen * Who Loves me Best ? C The Wil he Done . The Laplandar JC Tappy Chulahooil . What is ...
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... Child . PAGE 51 52 52 The Destruction of Jerusalem 4 My Father's Name The Soldier's Funeral ..... 5 The Loss of Friends The Homes of England . 6 The Christian Pauper's Death - bed . 56 Extract from an Elegy written in a Poetical ...
... Child . PAGE 51 52 52 The Destruction of Jerusalem 4 My Father's Name The Soldier's Funeral ..... 5 The Loss of Friends The Homes of England . 6 The Christian Pauper's Death - bed . 56 Extract from an Elegy written in a Poetical ...
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... child whose early feet , The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart , with influence sweet , Is upwards drawn to God ! By cool Siloam's shady rill , The lily must decay , The rose that blooms beneath the hill , Must shortly fade ...
... child whose early feet , The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart , with influence sweet , Is upwards drawn to God ! By cool Siloam's shady rill , The lily must decay , The rose that blooms beneath the hill , Must shortly fade ...
Sida 3
... child ! Is it where the feathery palm trees rise , And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or midst the green islands of glittering seas , Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze , And strange , bright birds , on their starry ...
... child ! Is it where the feathery palm trees rise , And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or midst the green islands of glittering seas , Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze , And strange , bright birds , on their starry ...
Sida 4
... children weep in chains . Where are the dews that fed thee On Etham's barren shore ? That fire from heaven which led thee , Now lights thy path no more ! Lord , thou didst love Jerusalem ! Once she was all thy own ; Her love thy fairest ...
... children weep in chains . Where are the dews that fed thee On Etham's barren shore ? That fire from heaven which led thee , Now lights thy path no more ! Lord , thou didst love Jerusalem ! Once she was all thy own ; Her love thy fairest ...
Vanliga ord och fraser
angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
Populära avsnitt
Sida 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Sida 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Sida 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Sida 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Sida 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.