Religious Poems |
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الصفحة 132
CI MUTABILITY THE ' HE sea of Fortune doth not even flow , She draws her favors to the lowest ebb , Her tides have equal times to come and go , Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web . No joy so great , but runneth to an end ...
CI MUTABILITY THE ' HE sea of Fortune doth not even flow , She draws her favors to the lowest ebb , Her tides have equal times to come and go , Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web . No joy so great , but runneth to an end ...
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angels beneath bird blessing breast breath bright calm child Christ cloud comes crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eternal eyes face fair faith fall fear feet flow flowers forever give glory gold golden gone grace grave hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy hope hour Jesus keep King land leave light live look Lord meet morn mother nature never night o'er once pain passed peace poor praise prayer pure rest rise rose round sacred saints Saviour shine side sight sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star sweet tears thee thine things thou thou art thought Till turn voice wait watch wave weary wind wings
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الصفحة 208 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead...
الصفحة 86 - 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 200 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu! But was it such? — It was — where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more!
الصفحة 126 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright — The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its 'grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
الصفحة 158 - 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 270 - 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 108 - O ! th" exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe ! How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
الصفحة 179 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
الصفحة 158 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
الصفحة 268 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | Religious Poems |
| المُحرر | C. E. Alexander |
| الناشر | White, Stokes, & Allen, 1886 |
| أصلي من | جامعة هارفارد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 20 شباط (فبراير) 2008 |
| عدد الصفحات | 335 من الصفحات |
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