Golden gleanings, a selection from the poets devotional and moral1863 |
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الصفحة 25
... hope to the fainting heart , With a voice of promise they come and part , They sleep in dust through the wintry hours , They break forth in glory . flowers ! prayer- Bring flowers , bright THE BETTER LAND . I hear thee speak of the.
... hope to the fainting heart , With a voice of promise they come and part , They sleep in dust through the wintry hours , They break forth in glory . flowers ! prayer- Bring flowers , bright THE BETTER LAND . I hear thee speak of the.
الصفحة 39
... hope forlorn , The victim of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience torn By fell despair ? " Do foul misdeeds of former times Wring with remorse thy guilty breast ? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes Murder thy rest ? " Lash'd by ...
... hope forlorn , The victim of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience torn By fell despair ? " Do foul misdeeds of former times Wring with remorse thy guilty breast ? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes Murder thy rest ? " Lash'd by ...
الصفحة 41
... ask , and pause in hope and fear Till she reply . " A nobler flame shall warm thy breast , A brighter maiden faithful prove ! Thy youth , thine age , shall yet be blest In woman's love . 41 66 -Whate'er thy lot , -whoe'er thou be , —
... ask , and pause in hope and fear Till she reply . " A nobler flame shall warm thy breast , A brighter maiden faithful prove ! Thy youth , thine age , shall yet be blest In woman's love . 41 66 -Whate'er thy lot , -whoe'er thou be , —
الصفحة 46
... hope , and love ; And walk in holiness below , To holiness above . When earthly joys and cares depart , Desire and envy cease , Be Thou the portion of our heart , In Thee may we have peace . When flames these elements destroy , And ...
... hope , and love ; And walk in holiness below , To holiness above . When earthly joys and cares depart , Desire and envy cease , Be Thou the portion of our heart , In Thee may we have peace . When flames these elements destroy , And ...
الصفحة 47
... hope the cold desponding breast . Touch'd by thy rod , from Power's majestic brow Drops the gay plume ; he pines a lowly clown ; And on the cold earth stretch'd , the son of Woe , Quaffs Pleasure's draught , and wears a fancied crown ...
... hope the cold desponding breast . Touch'd by thy rod , from Power's majestic brow Drops the gay plume ; he pines a lowly clown ; And on the cold earth stretch'd , the son of Woe , Quaffs Pleasure's draught , and wears a fancied crown ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Absalom adore Albert's Tomb Almighty angels Anna Letitia Barbauld Art thou beams beauty behold Belshazzar beneath bless bless'd blest bliss breast breath bright Bring flowers brow burst of joy cease Charles Kingsley child CHRISTMAS CAROL clouds cold creature dark dead death DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB dost doth dread dream dust earth eternal eyes fair Father feel flame Gerald Massey glorious glory God's grace grave hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN immortal light live look Lord mercy mighty morning ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY peace praise prayer rapture rest rise round sacred seraphs shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars sweet tears thee thine thou art thought throne toil trembling voice wake waves weep wild winds wing youth
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الصفحة 114 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
الصفحة 79 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
الصفحة 39 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
الصفحة 50 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
الصفحة 121 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
الصفحة 75 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
الصفحة 77 - The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
الصفحة 7 - Try not the Pass !" the old man said ; ' ' Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
الصفحة 85 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
الصفحة 73 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade...