Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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Sida 17
... young , for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may , ' Tis full of anxious care . Speak gently to the aged one , Grieve not the careworn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run , Let such in peace ...
... young , for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may , ' Tis full of anxious care . Speak gently to the aged one , Grieve not the careworn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run , Let such in peace ...
Sida 44
... young soul from sin to flee . Dear Jesus , let thy precious blood For all my guilty sins atone : And when I pass through Jordan's flood , Let thy kind angels bear me home , To thine abode , and there I'll raise My voice in shouts of ...
... young soul from sin to flee . Dear Jesus , let thy precious blood For all my guilty sins atone : And when I pass through Jordan's flood , Let thy kind angels bear me home , To thine abode , and there I'll raise My voice in shouts of ...
Sida 51
... here is tried and purified , Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care , But the harvest - time of Love is there . SOUTHEY . THOU GOD SEEST ME . I'm not too young for F 2 51 Love Never Faileth 31.
... here is tried and purified , Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care , But the harvest - time of Love is there . SOUTHEY . THOU GOD SEEST ME . I'm not too young for F 2 51 Love Never Faileth 31.
Sida 52
... young for God to see . PRAYER FOR A LITTLE CHILD . GREAT GOD ! and wilt thou condescend , To be my Father and my Friend ; I , a poor child , and Thou so high , The Lord of earth , and air , and sky . Art Thou my Father ? -Canst thou ...
... young for God to see . PRAYER FOR A LITTLE CHILD . GREAT GOD ! and wilt thou condescend , To be my Father and my Friend ; I , a poor child , and Thou so high , The Lord of earth , and air , and sky . Art Thou my Father ? -Canst thou ...
Sida 59
... young , With his healthy cheek and lisping tongue , Who delighteth to hear me in merry play , Far down the greenwood's bushy way ; Who sheweth me where the hazle - nuts grow , And where the fairest field - flowers blow ; Yet perhaps he ...
... young , With his healthy cheek and lisping tongue , Who delighteth to hear me in merry play , Far down the greenwood's bushy way ; Who sheweth me where the hazle - nuts grow , And where the fairest field - flowers blow ; Yet perhaps he ...
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angel ask'd bear beauty bell beneath better bless blest blood bloom blow breath breeze bright cease child dead dear death deep delight dust dwell earth earthly England eternal face fair Father field flood flow flowers gently give glorious glory grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour King land leaves light live look Lord meet morn mother mountains night o'er once pass path peace praise pray prayer race reign rest rise round sabbath seek seen shine shore sight sleep smile song soon soul sound Speak spirit spring stand star storm stream sweet tear tell thee thine things thou thought thousand throne tomb trees voice waves wind
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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.