The Papers of Pastor FelixJennings and Pye, 1903 - 386 sidor |
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Sida 31
... golden notes , And all in tune , What a liquid ditty floats ! " Bells that are jubilant ! Bells that utter rap- ture ! Bells resonant of hope and joy ! Bells that prophesy ! For the bells have not alone the power of invoking Memory ...
... golden notes , And all in tune , What a liquid ditty floats ! " Bells that are jubilant ! Bells that utter rap- ture ! Bells resonant of hope and joy ! Bells that prophesy ! For the bells have not alone the power of invoking Memory ...
Sida 36
... golden blood ! " A victim is a terrible creature loosed in this uni- verse , and free to appear before God ! " Ring the alarum - bell : Murther ! and treason ! Ring the bell ! " It was not on Whittington's ear alone there fell the ...
... golden blood ! " A victim is a terrible creature loosed in this uni- verse , and free to appear before God ! " Ring the alarum - bell : Murther ! and treason ! Ring the bell ! " It was not on Whittington's ear alone there fell the ...
Sida 51
... golden joys that have not known The dull , corroding touch of Time . Bespeak the souls that homeward fly , With wings of music , glad and free , To the pure temple of the sky , The palace of eternity . " And soon , perhaps , the bells ...
... golden joys that have not known The dull , corroding touch of Time . Bespeak the souls that homeward fly , With wings of music , glad and free , To the pure temple of the sky , The palace of eternity . " And soon , perhaps , the bells ...
Sida 54
... golden - rod , or a butterfly that , flitting like a white , delicate thought here and there , lit finally and poised on a buttercup . The crickets sang in the stub- ble ; the grasshoppers went on their eccentric way around me ; the ...
... golden - rod , or a butterfly that , flitting like a white , delicate thought here and there , lit finally and poised on a buttercup . The crickets sang in the stub- ble ; the grasshoppers went on their eccentric way around me ; the ...
Sida 73
... golden minute ! That is all I need to make me ready to go - to follow her , hav- ing had one more enticing glimpse . " Sir , had you become sad , to enter when she was present had been a heart's tonic for you . She was no rubicund ...
... golden minute ! That is all I need to make me ready to go - to follow her , hav- ing had one more enticing glimpse . " Sir , had you become sad , to enter when she was present had been a heart's tonic for you . She was no rubicund ...
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Acadian amid ancholy arbutus autumn beautiful bells bird song birds bobolink bosom bough breath Cavalier Poet Charles G. D. Roberts Charles Lamb cheerful child chimes cloud comes dear deep delight divine dream earth eyes face faded flowers forest glad glory golden grace of death gray green hand hath haunt hear heard heart heaven hermit thrush hill hymn leaves light listen lonely look maple Mayflower melody memory Michael Bruce minstrel morning muse never night o'er peal Phemie poet praise Quasimodo rapture Religio Medici ring round Rudyard Kipling season seemed shore sigh silent singer singing sleep smile snow song song sparrow sorrow soul sound spirit splendor spring star strain sunset sweet tears thee things thou thought toll trees voice wander wave whip-poor-will wild wind wings winter woods yonder
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Sida 268 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Sida 363 - PRAISE ye the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power. Praise him for his mighty acts: praise him according to his excellent greatness.
Sida 190 - David the son of Jesse said, And the man who was raised up on high, The anointed of the God of Jacob, And the sweet psalmist of Israel, said, 2 The Spirit of the LORD spake by me, And his word was in my tongue.
Sida 248 - Come lovely and soothing death, . Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death. Praised be the fathomless universe, For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious, \ And for love, sweet love — but praise ! praise / praise ! For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
Sida 368 - And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant...
Sida 146 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail; Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good!
Sida 30 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Sida 253 - There's not a flower on all the hills : the frost is on the pane : I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again : I wish the snow would melt and the sun come out on high : I long to see a flower so before the day I die.
Sida 14 - How soft the music of those village bells,' Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Sida 90 - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! — Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.