Selections from the Poets ...: For the Use of SchoolsC. Sherman, 1852 - 183 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 53
Página 13
... thee . " BERNARD BARTON . HUSH ! ' tis a holy hour ! -the quiet room A faint , a starry radiance , through the gloom Seems like a temple , while yon soft lamp sheds And the sweet stillness , down on bright young heads , 14 EVENING ...
... thee . " BERNARD BARTON . HUSH ! ' tis a holy hour ! -the quiet room A faint , a starry radiance , through the gloom Seems like a temple , while yon soft lamp sheds And the sweet stillness , down on bright young heads , 14 EVENING ...
Página 16
... thee speak of the better land ; Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother ! oh where is that radiant shore , - Shall we not seek it , and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows , And the fire - flies dance ...
... thee speak of the better land ; Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother ! oh where is that radiant shore , - Shall we not seek it , and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows , And the fire - flies dance ...
Página 18
... thee All memory of the sinful past , Yet oh , be sure thy sin shall find thee , And thou shalt know its fruit at last . Christ , the Rock of Ages . Rock of ages.
... thee All memory of the sinful past , Yet oh , be sure thy sin shall find thee , And thou shalt know its fruit at last . Christ , the Rock of Ages . Rock of ages.
Página 19
... thee ! Let the water and the blood , From thy riven side which flowed , Be of sin the double cure , Cleanse me from ... thee for dress ; Helpless , look to thee for grace ; To the cleansing fountain fly , Wash me , Saviour , or I die ! L ...
... thee ! Let the water and the blood , From thy riven side which flowed , Be of sin the double cure , Cleanse me from ... thee for dress ; Helpless , look to thee for grace ; To the cleansing fountain fly , Wash me , Saviour , or I die ! L ...
Página 20
... thee on thy judgment throne , - Rock of ages , cleft for me , Let me hide myself in thee ! Angry Words . ANGRY words are lightly spoken In a rash and thoughtless hour ; Brightest links of life are broken By their deep , insidious power ...
... thee on thy judgment throne , - Rock of ages , cleft for me , Let me hide myself in thee ! Angry Words . ANGRY words are lightly spoken In a rash and thoughtless hour ; Brightest links of life are broken By their deep , insidious power ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
Selections from the Poets ...: For the Use of Schools Anonymous No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
away-I am passing beams beautiful belfry bell BERNARD BARTON bless bloom breast breath bright brow bucket CHARLES SWAIN clouds cold cold heaven dark death decay deep doth e'en earth ELIZA COOK fade fear feeling flowers gather the fragments Give not thy glory glowing guiding ray Hark ye hath hear me tell heart heaven holy hope hour household Human watch kind to thy knitting-work Learn to labour life's light lips look Lord will provide MARY HOWITT meadows brown mingled morning Murillo N. P. WILLIS ne'er Never give Never mind nigh night November rain o'er Ocean old arm chair old oaken bucket PAINTER OF SEVILLE passing away-I prayer round sigh silent smile song sorrow soul Speak gently spirit storm sweet tears tempests thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thy hand trees trust truth has taught Try-try Twas voice weary wild wind youth
Pasajes populares
Página 108 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Página 129 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Página 107 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Página 40 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Página 41 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief. Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Página 65 - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen, And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light...
Página 44 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Página 74 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 85 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try : Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Página 75 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...