A garland of poems for the youngReligious Tract Society, 1847 - 96 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 30
... Death darkens his eye , and unplumes his wings , Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings . Live so , my love , that when death shall come , Swan - like and sweet it may waft thee home . " DOANE . WHERE DWELLETH GOD ? WHERE dwelleth ...
... Death darkens his eye , and unplumes his wings , Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings . Live so , my love , that when death shall come , Swan - like and sweet it may waft thee home . " DOANE . WHERE DWELLETH GOD ? WHERE dwelleth ...
الصفحة 59
... , " And life must be hast'ning away ; You are cheerful , and love to converse upon death ! Now tell me the reason , I pray . " " I am cheerful , young man , " Father 59 A GARLAND OF POEMS . THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS, HOW HE GAINED THEM.
... , " And life must be hast'ning away ; You are cheerful , and love to converse upon death ! Now tell me the reason , I pray . " " I am cheerful , young man , " Father 59 A GARLAND OF POEMS . THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS, HOW HE GAINED THEM.
الصفحة 65
... Death has set Solemn seal ; the aching breast Heaves no more , for all's at rest . Oh ! how chang'd from him we saw When , last night , he tried to draw His pure breath , and each endeavour Seem'd as if ' twould spirit sever From the ...
... Death has set Solemn seal ; the aching breast Heaves no more , for all's at rest . Oh ! how chang'd from him we saw When , last night , he tried to draw His pure breath , and each endeavour Seem'd as if ' twould spirit sever From the ...
الصفحة 68
... Death has singled ; One sod now wraps the dust of three Of that gay and joyous company ; The long grass sadly waves above , But their ransom'd spirits the lesson prove , That the God of heaven is a God of love ! DANIEL . TEACHING FROM ...
... Death has singled ; One sod now wraps the dust of three Of that gay and joyous company ; The long grass sadly waves above , But their ransom'd spirits the lesson prove , That the God of heaven is a God of love ! DANIEL . TEACHING FROM ...
الصفحة 78
... death , Hath given it life , and form , and breath , And brilliant hues of heaven . Our drooping faith , revived by sight , Anew her pinion plumes for flight , New hope distends the breast ; With joy we mount on eagle wing , With bolder ...
... death , Hath given it life , and form , and breath , And brilliant hues of heaven . Our drooping faith , revived by sight , Anew her pinion plumes for flight , New hope distends the breast ; With joy we mount on eagle wing , With bolder ...
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ANON beam beauty birds blossom bosom bowers breast breath bright brightly brow busy Bee BUTTERFLY child churchyard clouds comes he comes-the comes-the Frost Spirit Conwy dark dead dear death delight doth dream dwell dwelleth dwelleth God earth fair FAKENHAM fear flowers Frost Spirit comes gentle goblin gone grace green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Holy Ground hour infant Jesus joyous Lark light little maid Little maiden look look'd Lord lov'd lyre maiden mother mountains nest never nigh night o'er pain pass'd peace Pebble praise pray prayer RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY rest rill rocks rose round Sabbath scene seraph shade shine sigh sing smile song sorrow soul Spring storm stream summer sweet SWEETBRIER tarn tell tempest tender thee thine thou art thou busy thought to-morrow toil tree voice warbling wert wing wrapp'd young
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الصفحة 57 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
الصفحة 35 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
الصفحة 34 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
الصفحة 81 - You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." " Their graves are green, they may be seen...
الصفحة 56 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around...
الصفحة 80 - I met a little cottage girl, She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
الصفحة 36 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
الصفحة 81 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
الصفحة 51 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
الصفحة 9 - GOD might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.