Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Selections from the Works of the Most Admired WritersHenry Stebbing J.F. Dove, 1832 - 402 ページ |
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... dust , And have none to look to , and none to trust . Thy aid , O mighty One ! we crave , Not shortened is thy arm to save ; Alas , from thee we now sojourn , Return to us , O God , return ! THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS . [ CARTER . ] THE ...
... dust , And have none to look to , and none to trust . Thy aid , O mighty One ! we crave , Not shortened is thy arm to save ; Alas , from thee we now sojourn , Return to us , O God , return ! THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS . [ CARTER . ] THE ...
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... dust , I relinquish my pride , From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free . " And darkness and doubt are now flying away , No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn , So breaks on the traveller faint and astray , The bright and the ...
... dust , I relinquish my pride , From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free . " And darkness and doubt are now flying away , No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn , So breaks on the traveller faint and astray , The bright and the ...
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... dust . Graves are but beds where flesh till morning sleeps : Or chests where God awhile our garments keeps : Our folly thinks he spoils them in the keeping ; Which causeth our excessive fears and weeping : But God that doth our rising ...
... dust . Graves are but beds where flesh till morning sleeps : Or chests where God awhile our garments keeps : Our folly thinks he spoils them in the keeping ; Which causeth our excessive fears and weeping : But God that doth our rising ...
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... dust . The thoughts and words of flesh are none of mine : Let flesh say what it will , I will be thine . Whatever this rebellious flesh shall prate , Let me but serve thee , Lord , at any rate . Use me on earth as seemeth good to thee ...
... dust . The thoughts and words of flesh are none of mine : Let flesh say what it will , I will be thine . Whatever this rebellious flesh shall prate , Let me but serve thee , Lord , at any rate . Use me on earth as seemeth good to thee ...
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... dust ; Let faith keep up my heart , To love God true and just : And all my days , Let no discase Cause me to cease His joyful praise . Though sin would make me doubt , And fill my soul with fears ; Though God seems to shut out , My ...
... dust ; Let faith keep up my heart , To love God true and just : And all my days , Let no discase Cause me to cease His joyful praise . Though sin would make me doubt , And fill my soul with fears ; Though God seems to shut out , My ...
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angels art thou Babylon beams beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss breast breath bright calm CAROLINE FRY Christ clouds dark dead death deep delight divine dost doth dread dream dust dust to dust dwell earth eternal ev'ry evermore faith Father fear feel flesh flowers glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN JOHN CLARE King life's light live Lord lyre mercy mighty mind morn mortal mountains mourn never night o'er pain peace pleasure pow'r praise prayer pride rapture rest rise Satan Saviour seraphs shade shew shine silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring star star of Bethlehem sweet tear tempest thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thought throne tomb tongue Twas unto voice waves weary weep winds
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89 ページ - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
89 ページ - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
94 ページ - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
179 ページ - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
257 ページ - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
377 ページ - God loves from whole to parts : but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ; The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next, and next all human race ; Wide and more wide, th...
258 ページ - But he her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing: And, waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
263 ページ - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
344 ページ - Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race. 3 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide ; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. 4- O spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode, Our souls arrive in peace.
182 ページ - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat...