The Gem book of poesie, by the author of 'The ancient poets and poetry of England'.1846 - 160 ページ |
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... when thou climb'st , And when high noon hast gain'd , and when thou fall'st . Moon , that now meet'st the orient sun , now fly'st , B With the fix'd stars , fix'd in their orb that SACRED POESIE PAGE HYMN to the Creator (Milton)
... when thou climb'st , And when high noon hast gain'd , and when thou fall'st . Moon , that now meet'st the orient sun , now fly'st , B With the fix'd stars , fix'd in their orb that SACRED POESIE PAGE HYMN to the Creator (Milton)
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... hast deigned to converse with man From the bright sky- -the Star of Bethlehem shone , The mighty shook , and royalty look'd wan , But WISDOM still rejoiced and followed on ; Till at the manger's foot it paused to see The fulness of Thy ...
... hast deigned to converse with man From the bright sky- -the Star of Bethlehem shone , The mighty shook , and royalty look'd wan , But WISDOM still rejoiced and followed on ; Till at the manger's foot it paused to see The fulness of Thy ...
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... hast brought , With one swift word , from senseless clay- Waked - with one glance of heavenly ray , Our never - dying souls from nought . Those souls Thou lightedst with the spark Of Thy pure fire - and gracious still- Gav'st ...
... hast brought , With one swift word , from senseless clay- Waked - with one glance of heavenly ray , Our never - dying souls from nought . Those souls Thou lightedst with the spark Of Thy pure fire - and gracious still- Gav'st ...
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... hast Thou With health renew'd my face , And when in sins and sorrow sunk , Revived my soul with grace . Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er ; And in a kind and faithful friend , Has doubled all my store . Ten ...
... hast Thou With health renew'd my face , And when in sins and sorrow sunk , Revived my soul with grace . Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er ; And in a kind and faithful friend , Has doubled all my store . Ten ...
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... thy ways . Wake , and lift up thyself , my heart , And with the angels bear thy part , Who high in heaven unceasing sing Glory to the Eternal King . Glory to Thee ; who safe hast kept , And 40 MORNING HYMN , Morning Hymn (Kenn)
... thy ways . Wake , and lift up thyself , my heart , And with the angels bear thy part , Who high in heaven unceasing sing Glory to the Eternal King . Glory to Thee ; who safe hast kept , And 40 MORNING HYMN , Morning Hymn (Kenn)
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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
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10 ページ - 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.
24 ページ - 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.
2 ページ - 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...
124 ページ - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
26 ページ - 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...
41 ページ - 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.
3 ページ - 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...
2 ページ - 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.
15 ページ - Are not the mountains, waves and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
164 ページ - 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.