Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Selections from the Works of the Most Admired WritersHenry Stebbing J.F. Dove, 1832 - 402 páginas |
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... Star of Bethlehem . [ Kirke White . ] Hymn . [ Roscoe . ] A Psalm of Praise to our Redeemer . [ Baxter . ] Night . [ Montgomery . ] . Woman's Prayer . [ Rev. Henry Stebbing . ] The Clouds . [ S. C. Hall . ] 304 311 313 314 315 . 317 The ...
... Star of Bethlehem . [ Kirke White . ] Hymn . [ Roscoe . ] A Psalm of Praise to our Redeemer . [ Baxter . ] Night . [ Montgomery . ] . Woman's Prayer . [ Rev. Henry Stebbing . ] The Clouds . [ S. C. Hall . ] 304 311 313 314 315 . 317 The ...
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... star , within yon sky , Where the dazzling fields need no other light , Nor the sun by day , nor the moon by night , Though shining millions around thee stand , For the sake of Him at thy right hand , Oh ! think on the souls he died for ...
... star , within yon sky , Where the dazzling fields need no other light , Nor the sun by day , nor the moon by night , Though shining millions around thee stand , For the sake of Him at thy right hand , Oh ! think on the souls he died for ...
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... star , Falls where the rose has birth : There's a breath of meadows and odorous flowers , Mixed with the music of many bowers , And a spirit the light and music fills , The spirit of joy breathing where it wills ! There's a gladness of ...
... star , Falls where the rose has birth : There's a breath of meadows and odorous flowers , Mixed with the music of many bowers , And a spirit the light and music fills , The spirit of joy breathing where it wills ! There's a gladness of ...
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... star which from the ruin'd roof Of shak'd Olympus by mischance didst fall ; Which careful Jove in Nature's true behoof Took up , and in fit place did reinstall ? Or did of late Earth's sons besiege the wall Of sheeny Heav'n , and thou ...
... star which from the ruin'd roof Of shak'd Olympus by mischance didst fall ; Which careful Jove in Nature's true behoof Took up , and in fit place did reinstall ? Or did of late Earth's sons besiege the wall Of sheeny Heav'n , and thou ...
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... star , Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar : Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God , who is our home : Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades ...
... star , Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar : Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God , who is our home : Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades ...
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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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Página 89 - 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.
Página 89 - 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...
Página 94 - 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.
Página 179 - 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.
Página 257 - 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.
Página 377 - 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...
Página 258 - 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.
Página 263 - 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.
Página 344 - 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.
Página 182 - 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...