Sacred PoetryJ. Crockford, 1854 - 236 ページ |
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... soft dominion spread , What , though my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods ; or down the craggy steep Hurl'd headlong , swam with pain the mantled pool ; Or scaled the cliff ...
... soft dominion spread , What , though my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods ; or down the craggy steep Hurl'd headlong , swam with pain the mantled pool ; Or scaled the cliff ...
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... see thee in each burning cluster : And then with awe , delight , and love , On breezes floating soft and slowly , I waft my humble prayer above Like music - pensive , holy . Creator , Lord ! O deign to guide My pilgrim 10 SACRED POETRY .
... see thee in each burning cluster : And then with awe , delight , and love , On breezes floating soft and slowly , I waft my humble prayer above Like music - pensive , holy . Creator , Lord ! O deign to guide My pilgrim 10 SACRED POETRY .
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... Painted on a coffin plate ? With golden talisman bedecked , Deep this single man was sheathed In atmosphere of soft respect Which all around him breathed . Well he was served , well attended , Well becourted 36 SACRED POETRY .
... Painted on a coffin plate ? With golden talisman bedecked , Deep this single man was sheathed In atmosphere of soft respect Which all around him breathed . Well he was served , well attended , Well becourted 36 SACRED POETRY .
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... soft , so radiant , Lord ! are thine . When night , with wings of starry gloom , O'ershadows all the earth and skies , Like some dark , beauteous bird , whose plume Is sparkling with unnumber'd eyes ; That sacred gloom , those fires ...
... soft , so radiant , Lord ! are thine . When night , with wings of starry gloom , O'ershadows all the earth and skies , Like some dark , beauteous bird , whose plume Is sparkling with unnumber'd eyes ; That sacred gloom , those fires ...
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... soft silence shed the kindly shower ! The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid , From storms a shelter , and from heat a shade . All crimes shall cease , and ancient fraud shall fail ; Returning justice lift aloft her scale ; Peace ...
... soft silence shed the kindly shower ! The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid , From storms a shelter , and from heat a shade . All crimes shall cease , and ancient fraud shall fail ; Returning justice lift aloft her scale ; Peace ...
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angels beam beauty behold beneath Blackwood's Magazine blessed blest bliss bloom breast breath bright brow Casa Wappy Christ clouds dark dead death divine dost doth dread dream dust dust to dust earth earthly eternal fair fear flame flowers gaze GEORGE CROLY gloom glorious glory God's grace grave grief hallow'd hand hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour immortal JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL light lips living lonely look'd Lord mercy morn mortal mountains mourn N. P. WILLIS night o'er pale peace praise prayer rapture rest rise round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd seraph shade shine sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars stood sweet tears temple thee thine things THOMAS MOORE thou art Thou hast thought throne tomb trembling turn'd unto vale voice wandering waves wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM wind wings
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38 ページ - 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.
45 ページ - AND is there care in heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
84 ページ - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing G-od, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
199 ページ - 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, may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.
64 ページ - See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
28 ページ - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
87 ページ - Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon. If thou art rich, thou art poor ; For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.
80 ページ - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
139 ページ - 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...
43 ページ - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.