The Gem book of poesie, by the author of 'The ancient poets and poetry of England'.1846 - 160 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة vi
... my Soul . ( Madan ) 98 In Joy or Sorrow let us Pray ( Martin ) 99 The Sabbath ... . ( Cunningham ) 100 When the Heart is sore Smitten A Cry to God . ( Martin ) 102 . ( Wesley ) 102 PAGE Turning to God .. ( Martin ) 104 Nearer vi CONTENTS .
... my Soul . ( Madan ) 98 In Joy or Sorrow let us Pray ( Martin ) 99 The Sabbath ... . ( Cunningham ) 100 When the Heart is sore Smitten A Cry to God . ( Martin ) 102 . ( Wesley ) 102 PAGE Turning to God .. ( Martin ) 104 Nearer vi CONTENTS .
الصفحة vii
Gem book. PAGE Turning to God .. ( Martin ) 104 Nearer to Thee . ( Adams ) 104 Joy to Come . . ( Martin ) 106 Which Fadeth not . ( Herbert ) . 107 Thine Ever ... . ( Fenelon ) 108 Prayer in Solitude Thy Will be Done Hymn .... Shall we ...
Gem book. PAGE Turning to God .. ( Martin ) 104 Nearer to Thee . ( Adams ) 104 Joy to Come . . ( Martin ) 106 Which Fadeth not . ( Herbert ) . 107 Thine Ever ... . ( Fenelon ) 108 Prayer in Solitude Thy Will be Done Hymn .... Shall we ...
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... turn , thy glories shine , And all things fair and bright are thine . When day with farewell beam delays , Among the opening clouds of even , And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven , Those hues that mark the ...
... turn , thy glories shine , And all things fair and bright are thine . When day with farewell beam delays , Among the opening clouds of even , And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven , Those hues that mark the ...
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... turns ; And the sorrow and gloom , and the darkness and blight Of the heart is all lost in the joy of his light : He melteth the mists of false doubts from the air , Arousing the low gentle breathings of prayer ; He calls into blossom ...
... turns ; And the sorrow and gloom , and the darkness and blight Of the heart is all lost in the joy of his light : He melteth the mists of false doubts from the air , Arousing the low gentle breathings of prayer ; He calls into blossom ...
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... turns to the deep searching presence of God ; And the DAY of our unending life is begun , In the light of the FATHER , the SPIRIT , and SON , Those THREE rays of glory united in ONE.t W. MARTIN . THE NEW BIRTH . " Whatsoever is born of ...
... turns to the deep searching presence of God ; And the DAY of our unending life is begun , In the light of the FATHER , the SPIRIT , and SON , Those THREE rays of glory united in ONE.t W. MARTIN . THE NEW BIRTH . " Whatsoever is born of ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
art thou BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird blaze bless bliss bloom blossom bosom breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer clouds dark dear death deep delight divine dost doth dread earth ELIZA COOK eternal fade fair faith feel fire flowers gaze gloom glorious glory glow golden slumber green hast hath heart heaven heaven's gate heavenly HERBERT KNOWLES holy hope horned owl hour HYMN light live look Lord loved thee lyre MARTIN MARY HOWITT mighty morn mountain nature Nature's night o'er peace perfect law praise prayer pride pure rapture rose round seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies SKYLARK sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm sublime sweet tears tempest tender thine things thou art thoughts throne tree Twas unto voice wave Weep wild winds wings
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 10 - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
الصفحة 24 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
الصفحة 2 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
الصفحة 124 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
الصفحة 26 - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take. His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams...
الصفحة 41 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
الصفحة 3 - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
الصفحة 2 - And ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
الصفحة 15 - Are not the mountains, waves and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
الصفحة 164 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.