Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious KindOtis, Broaders, 1839 - 288 strani |
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Stran 25
... wake , Yet shall the day of promise come , Thy sons from iron bondage break , And God shall lead the wanderers home ! " THE CLOUDS . THE clouds ! the clouds ! they are beautiful When they sleep on the soft spring sky , As if the sun to ...
... wake , Yet shall the day of promise come , Thy sons from iron bondage break , And God shall lead the wanderers home ! " THE CLOUDS . THE clouds ! the clouds ! they are beautiful When they sleep on the soft spring sky , As if the sun to ...
Stran 33
... wake , and sing the lay You taught to me . Oh ! at the time of prayer , When you look round and see a vacant seat , You will not wait then for my coming feet- You'll miss me there . 66 ' Father , I'm going home , To that great home you ...
... wake , and sing the lay You taught to me . Oh ! at the time of prayer , When you look round and see a vacant seat , You will not wait then for my coming feet- You'll miss me there . 66 ' Father , I'm going home , To that great home you ...
Stran 41
... wakes when all the fields are stili ; A soothing calm on every breeze is borne , A graver murmur gurgles from the rill , And echo answers softer from the hill ; And softer sings the linnet on the thorn ; The sky - lark warbles in a tone ...
... wakes when all the fields are stili ; A soothing calm on every breeze is borne , A graver murmur gurgles from the rill , And echo answers softer from the hill ; And softer sings the linnet on the thorn ; The sky - lark warbles in a tone ...
Stran 53
... waking rills , And tints were delicately drawn In the gray east - when birds were waking With a slow murmur in the trees , And melody 5 * 53.
... waking rills , And tints were delicately drawn In the gray east - when birds were waking With a slow murmur in the trees , And melody 5 * 53.
Stran 84
... wakes no sad foreboding fears , Calls forth no sympathetic tears , Time's restless course to see ; From hallow'd ground I hear the sound Diffusing through the air a holy calm around . Thou art the voice of Love : To chide each 84.
... wakes no sad foreboding fears , Calls forth no sympathetic tears , Time's restless course to see ; From hallow'd ground I hear the sound Diffusing through the air a holy calm around . Thou art the voice of Love : To chide each 84.
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amaranthine angels beams beauty beneath Bernard Barton bids bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow Caroline Fry child clouds cold dark dead death DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dust earth earthly Edmeston Emily Taylor eternal fade fair Father fear feel fire flowers gloom glorious glory glow grace grave grief harp hath heart heaven heavenly Herbert Knowles holy hope hopes and fears hour HYMN leaves light lonely Lord lyre mighty morn mortal Mother's Love mourn night o'er pale peace praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath sacred Savior scene shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sphere spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne tomb tread vale voice wakes wandering wave weep wind wings youth
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Stran 207 - DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ. I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the hrute. 0 solitude! where are the charms
Stran 274 - of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing. Ye in heaven! On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end! Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, Sure pledge of day, that
Stran 133 - in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars in the sea When the blue ware rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset
Stran 188 - gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye: Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. THE
Stran 205 - the blood of goat, The flesh of rams, I will not prize ; A contrite heart, an humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice." FUNERAL HYMN. YE midnight shades, o'er nature spread! Dumb silence of the dreary hour! In honor of the approaching dead, Around your awful terrors pour. Yes, pour around On this pale ground,
Stran 163 - roam : But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To hold my course to
Stran 188 - vistas into heaven, Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. When night, with wings of stormy gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
Stran 201 - men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all The
Stran 157 - origin divine, God's glorious image—freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE ! GOD'S FIRST TEMPLES.—A
Stran 177 - THE REV. W. MASON. TAKE, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear; Take that best gift, which Heaven so lately gave. To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care, Her faded form—she how'd to taste the wave, And died ! Does youth, does beauty read the line ? Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm ? Speak, dead