Thoughts in Past YearsJohn Henry Parker, 1838 - 388 من الصفحات |
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... soul dost pour 227 Self - denial 229 Christmas 231 The Penitent 232 Faith 234 Rejoicing in Hope 235 Lead us not into Temptation 236 Remorse alleviated 238 Illness of Absent Friends 240 The Retrospect 241 A Summer Evening 243 Another 244 ...
... soul dost pour 227 Self - denial 229 Christmas 231 The Penitent 232 Faith 234 Rejoicing in Hope 235 Lead us not into Temptation 236 Remorse alleviated 238 Illness of Absent Friends 240 The Retrospect 241 A Summer Evening 243 Another 244 ...
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... soul's harmony , Waking meek thankfulness , when none are nigh , Save spirits that are aye around the good . To him nor sings the summer nightingale , Nor thrush her wintry matin ; but yon vale Ne'er wakes to morn , nor sounds of ...
... soul's harmony , Waking meek thankfulness , when none are nigh , Save spirits that are aye around the good . To him nor sings the summer nightingale , Nor thrush her wintry matin ; but yon vale Ne'er wakes to morn , nor sounds of ...
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... soul , thy deeds are not upon the gale , Or tongues of men , that with thine own shall fail , But written in Heav'n's adamant . Still fear And walk with lowliness ; nor think that here Lost are thy tears , which doors of Heav'n assail ...
... soul , thy deeds are not upon the gale , Or tongues of men , that with thine own shall fail , But written in Heav'n's adamant . Still fear And walk with lowliness ; nor think that here Lost are thy tears , which doors of Heav'n assail ...
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... and thankful smile : Meek soul , to sorrow reconcil'd , awhile , And each dark hour , with thorns of sorrow strewn , Shall add a gem to thine eternal crown . XIII . THE SAME . It was a bud upon 14 THE GOLDEN VALLEY . Consumption.
... and thankful smile : Meek soul , to sorrow reconcil'd , awhile , And each dark hour , with thorns of sorrow strewn , Shall add a gem to thine eternal crown . XIII . THE SAME . It was a bud upon 14 THE GOLDEN VALLEY . Consumption.
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... doth unroll . And what tho ' dark the gate , and gloomy be The vestibule of immortality ? Pass on - e'en now shall burst upon thy soul The temple of Eternal Deity ! XIV . Oh , talk not of her eye's ethereal THE GOLDEN VALLEY . 15 The same.
... doth unroll . And what tho ' dark the gate , and gloomy be The vestibule of immortality ? Pass on - e'en now shall burst upon thy soul The temple of Eternal Deity ! XIV . Oh , talk not of her eye's ethereal THE GOLDEN VALLEY . 15 The same.
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afar amid Angels art Thou bear beautiful Beautiful illusion beneath bird BISHOP OF MORAY bless blest blue breast bright brow calm cave chain cloud dark dear deep Dies iræ doth dread dream dwell e'en earth earthly eternal Eucharistic fallen earth fear flower fount fraternal band gale gentle glad gleam gloom golden hand hast hath heart Heav'n holy hope insect trusts life's lift light look love Thee mantle meek Moon morn mountain Nature's ne'er neath night nought o'er Ocean onward peaceful poison'd prayer sail scene seem'd serene shade shadows shroud silent sing sleep sleep in light solemn solitude sorrow soul sounds spirit spring stars strange sweet Thine things Thou thoughts thro throne Thy love tween twilight twilight Moon unseen unto voice walk wandering watery wave weary wild wind wing woodland strawberry
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الصفحة 212 - He answered and said unto them, "When it is evening ye say, 'It will be fair weather; for the sky is red.
الصفحة 283 - Tuba mirum spargens sonum per sepulcra regionum coget omnes ante thronum. Mors stupebit et natura, cum resurget creatura judicanti responsura. Liber scriptus proferetur, in quo totum continetur unde mundus judicetur. Judex ergo cum censebit, quidquid latet, apparebit; nil inultum remanebit. Quid sum miser tunc dicturus, quem patronum rogaturus, dum vix Justus sit securus ? . Rex tremendae majestatis, qui salvandos salvas gratis, salva me, fons pietatis.
الصفحة 285 - Unde mundus judicetur. Judex ergo cum sedebit, Quidquid latet apparebit : Nil inultum remanebit. Quid sum, miser ! tune dicturus ? Quern patronum rogaturus ? Cum vix Justus sit securus.
الصفحة 287 - Et ab hoedis me sequestra. Statuens in parte dextra. Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis, Voca me cum benedictis. Oro supplex et acclinis, Cor contritum quasi cinis : Gere curam mei finis. Lacrymosa dies ilia, Qua resurget ex favilla, Judicandus homo reus. Huic ergo parce Deus, Pie Jesu, Domine, Dona eis requiem.
الصفحة 284 - Time shall stand aghast ; And Creation, at the blast Rise to answer for the past. Then the volume shall be spread, And the writing shall be read, Which shall judge the quick and dead. Then the Judge shall sit ; oh ! then, All that's hid shall be made plain, Unrequited naught remain.
الصفحة 286 - O'er my crimes I guilty groan, Blush to think what I have done, Spare Thy suppliant, Holy One. Thou did'st set the adultress free, Heard'st the thief upon the tree — Hope vouchsafing e'en to me. Nought of Thee my prayers can claim, Save in Thy free mercy's name, Save me from the deathless flame ! With Thy sheep my place assign, Separate from th...
الصفحة 285 - Supplicanti parce Deus. Qui Mariam absolvisti, Et latronem exaudisti, Mihi quoque spem dedisti. Preces meae non sunt dignae. Sed tu bonus fac benigne, Ne perenni cremer igne. Inter oves locum praesta, Et ab hoedis me sequestra.
الصفحة 23 - Make me Thine own And take me ; of myself I am afraid, Oh take me from myself; oh take away Whate'er of self is in me, and, I pray, Give me on what my spirit may be stayed, And that I know full well is but Thyself alone.
الصفحة 191 - O'er leaf and wave ; A calm undressing, all so silently, For calmness of the grave, Unrepining. Tis thus when, all its wanderings past, On the still tide The bark doth hang its idle sail at last, And, like a shadow, glide Into its rest.
الصفحة 54 - If the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!