The Book of PoetryWilliam Morrison Engles Paul T. Jones, Publishing Agent, 1844 - 264 من الصفحات |
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... wave , Christian , 66 170 Broken - hearted , 89 Broken ties , Montgomery , 203 Burial ground , Anonymous , 250 Cameronian's dream , Hyslop , 111 Child , to an absent , Anonymous , 168 Child , my , Pierpont , 59 Christ , his agony ...
... wave , Christian , 66 170 Broken - hearted , 89 Broken ties , Montgomery , 203 Burial ground , Anonymous , 250 Cameronian's dream , Hyslop , 111 Child , to an absent , Anonymous , 168 Child , my , Pierpont , 59 Christ , his agony ...
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... wave your tops , ye Pines , With every plant in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling tune his praise . Join voices , all ye living Souls ; ye Birds , That singing up to Heaven's ...
... wave your tops , ye Pines , With every plant in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling tune his praise . Join voices , all ye living Souls ; ye Birds , That singing up to Heaven's ...
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... waves of grief subside ; Impetuous passion stops her headlong tide ; At thy felt presence all emotions cease , And my hushed spirit finds a sudden peace , Till every worldly thought within me dies , And earth's gay pageants vanish from ...
... waves of grief subside ; Impetuous passion stops her headlong tide ; At thy felt presence all emotions cease , And my hushed spirit finds a sudden peace , Till every worldly thought within me dies , And earth's gay pageants vanish from ...
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... wave , Where the storm - wind rends the trees , Where the mountain - torrents rave , Where ebbs and flows the swelling main , Where the valley - spring is gushing , Where the meadow - stream is rushing , Where the dew falls and the rain ...
... wave , Where the storm - wind rends the trees , Where the mountain - torrents rave , Where ebbs and flows the swelling main , Where the valley - spring is gushing , Where the meadow - stream is rushing , Where the dew falls and the rain ...
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William Morrison Engles. Up from the bottom turned by furious winds And surging waves , as mountains , to assault Heaven's height , and with the centre mix the pole . ' Silence , ye troubled Waves , and thou Deep , peace , ' Said then th ...
William Morrison Engles. Up from the bottom turned by furious winds And surging waves , as mountains , to assault Heaven's height , and with the centre mix the pole . ' Silence , ye troubled Waves , and thou Deep , peace , ' Said then th ...
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abyss adore amaranthine angels ANONYMOUS beam beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES clouds dark dead death deep delight didst divine doth dread dreams dust dust to dust earth EDOM Eternity fade fair faith Father fear flowers glorious glory gone grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy hope hour HYMN immortal Jesus life's light live long art thou look Lord lyre MARY HOWITT mercy morning mortal mother mountain mourn night o'er pain passed peace Pleiades praise prayer rapture repose rest rill rise round Saviour seraphs shade shalt shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tempest thine thou art Thou hast thoughts throne tomb tread Twas unforgiven voice wake wandering wave weary weep wings
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الصفحة 152 - Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom...
الصفحة 61 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ; Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition, God and heaven are still my own.
الصفحة 106 - Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
الصفحة 173 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
الصفحة 174 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
الصفحة 98 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest.
الصفحة 13 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these Heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
الصفحة 152 - Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun, the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
الصفحة 143 - THOU unrelenting Past ! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign. Far in thy realm withdrawn Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom, And glorious ages gone Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb.
الصفحة 36 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.