The Poets of the Spen Valley: Being Biographies and Poems, by Various Authors, of the Parliamentary Division of the Spen ValleyThornton, 1892 - 192 strani |
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Stran 11
... Kind Words The Old Barren Tree ... 94 96 To a White Chrysanthemum 138 Thoughts after Service Dead and gone Choose ye whom ye will serve 140 Our Future The Lord will be a Refuge 142 My Wish to be like Jesus ... 142` OATES , CHARLOTTE ...
... Kind Words The Old Barren Tree ... 94 96 To a White Chrysanthemum 138 Thoughts after Service Dead and gone Choose ye whom ye will serve 140 Our Future The Lord will be a Refuge 142 My Wish to be like Jesus ... 142` OATES , CHARLOTTE ...
Stran 26
... Friendly hands are stretched to greet me , Well - known voices strike my ear , And for one brief joyous moment I am almost with them there . " Stay forever , fleeting vision ; Stay before my longing eyes ! " Yet e'en as the words are ...
... Friendly hands are stretched to greet me , Well - known voices strike my ear , And for one brief joyous moment I am almost with them there . " Stay forever , fleeting vision ; Stay before my longing eyes ! " Yet e'en as the words are ...
Stran 34
... kind , Let each bright day be marked with brighter deeds ; And if you once begin you soon will find That one good ... word when he got — her refusal . R was the Rogue , and S his deep Snares , T was their Tete - a - tete up on the stairs ...
... kind , Let each bright day be marked with brighter deeds ; And if you once begin you soon will find That one good ... word when he got — her refusal . R was the Rogue , and S his deep Snares , T was their Tete - a - tete up on the stairs ...
Stran 43
... warm fireside , when the lamps are lighted ; To have her place , reserved ... words — to know His heavenly name- The Son of God who gave Himself for me ... warm - EDITH M. BRIGGS . 43.
... warm fireside , when the lamps are lighted ; To have her place , reserved ... words — to know His heavenly name- The Son of God who gave Himself for me ... warm - EDITH M. BRIGGS . 43.
Stran 44
... warm - hearted Irish nation , ' Only " an Irishman ' sings of that much misunderstood people in words well ' worthy of emulation by many persons who , for lack of proper know- " ledge of the Irish , speak of them in erroneous terms ...
... warm - hearted Irish nation , ' Only " an Irishman ' sings of that much misunderstood people in words well ' worthy of emulation by many persons who , for lack of proper know- " ledge of the Irish , speak of them in erroneous terms ...
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beauty behold beneath BIRKBY Birkenshaw Birstall Bishop Auckland blest bloom born Bradford breath Briggs bright brow Chapel charms Church Cleckheaton Cleckheaton Cleckheaton Guardian Commodus dark dear death December Rose deep dread e'er earth eternal eyes fair fame fear flowers FORSHAW friends gaze give gloom glorious glory golden stair Gomersal gone hand happy Hartshead Hartshead Moor Heald hear heart heaven heavenly Heckmondwike Herbert Knowles Hightown honour hope Huddersfield Ilkley John JOHN ABBEY JOHN FIRTH Kind words King life's light live Liversedge LL.D maiden mighty Miss mortal ne'er never night noble o'er Oddy once peace Peel poems poet poetic poetry praise rich rose round School shade shadows shines sing smile song sorrow soul Southey Spen Valley Spring sweet Taylor tears tell thee thine THOMAS NAYLOR thou thought voice waves Wyke Yorkshire young youth
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Stran 118 - In a small narrow cave, and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty ? Ah no ! She forgets The charms which she wielded before ; Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held or the tint which it wore.
Stran 118 - Then answered Peter, and said unto Jesus, LORD, it is good for us to be here : if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles ; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.
Stran 119 - Ah ! sweetly they slumber, nor hope, love nor fear : " Peace, peace !" is the watchword — the only one here. Unto Death, to whom monarchs must bow ? Ah, no ! for his empire is known, And here there are trophies enow : Beneath, the cold dead, and around, the dark stone, Are the signs of a sceptre that none may disown. The first tabernacle to Hope we will build. And look for the sleepers around us to rise ; The second to Faith, which ensures it fulfilled, And the third to the Lamb of the great sacrifice...
Stran 119 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford ; — The revel, the laugh, and the jeer ? Ah ! here is a plentiful board ; But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here.
Stran 118 - METHINKS it is good to be here : If thou wilt, let us build — but for whom ? Nor Elias nor Moses appear ; But the shadows of eve that encompass with gloom The abode of the dead and the place of the tomb.
Stran 119 - The skin that but yesterday fools could adore. For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride, The trappings which dizen the proud ? Alas ! they are all laid aside, And here's neither dress nor adornment allowed Save the long winding-sheet and the fringe of the shroud.
Stran 120 - FORGIVE thy foes ; — nor that alone ; Their evil deeds with good repay ; Fill, those with joy who leave thee none, And kiss the hand upraised to slay.
Stran 22 - Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Stran 118 - The charms that she wielded before ; Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride, The trappings which dizen the proud?
Stran 120 - If quite and modest, you'll have it presumed That your humble position is only assumed, You're a wolf in sheep's clothing, or else you're a fool ; But don't get excited, keep perfectly cool — For people will talk.