Posthumous and other poems. By Charlotte ElizabethSeeley, Burnside, and Seeley, Fleet Street, London, 1846 - 256 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
amid Antrim crossing appearance Aurora Aurora Borealis beam beauteous beautiful behold beneath billows Blackheath blessing bosom breath bright brow cloud colours crown dark death deep Derry dust dwell E'en earth Emerald Isle Erin mavourneen Erin's eternal faith fall farewell feet flame flower gentle Geyser glacier gladness gloom glorious glory glow grace halo hand harp hath heart heaven hour HYMN immortal song island isle Jehovah Jehovah's Jesus LADY FLORA HASTINGS land life's light Lord maiden mercy Monsoon morning névé nigh night o'er ocean path peace praise prayer rainbow Rapids rapture rays reign rest rise river rock roll round Sandhurst Saviour scorn seraph shades shine shining path sigh slumber smile snow soft song sorrow soul sparkle spirit storm stream sweet swelling tear tempest thee thine thou hast throne top-mast waves weeping wind
Pasajes populares
Página 39 - MY God! is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to Thy feet— The hour of prayer...
Página 141 - The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry ? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Página 20 - He calleth to me out of Seir, Watchman, what of the night? Watchman, what of the night? The watchman said, the morning cometh, and also the night: if ye will inquire, inquire ye: return, come.
Página 9 - Twas thy Lord the battle won ; Jesus vanquished them by dying. Pass the stream — before thee lies All the conquered land of glory ; Hark what songs of rapture rise, These proclaim the victor's story. Soldier, lay thy weapons down...
Página 12 - Also Christ called the cup, the fruit of the vine, saying, I shall not from henceforth drink of the fruit of the vine, until I drink it new in the kingdom of my Father.
Página 8 - Soldier, go — but not to claim Mouldering spoils of earthborn treasure ; Not to build a vaunting name, Not to dwell in tents of pleasure. Dream not that the way is smooth, Hope not that the thorns are roses ; Turn no wistful eye of youth Where the sunny beam reposes : Thou hast sterner work to do, Hosts to cut thy passage through ; Close behind thee gulfs are burning — Forward ! there is no returning.
Página 39 - Then is my strength by thee renewed : Then are my sins by thee forgiven ; Then dost thou cheer my solitude With hopes of heaven.
Página 144 - O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning gray, When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay, And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam, I miss thee from my side.
Página 11 - Nay, weep not for him — for the flower of the morning—- So dear to your bosom, so fair in your eyes ; But weep for the souls unbelievingly scorning The counsel and truth of the '.
Página 8 - Soldier, rest — but not for thee Spreads the world her downy pillow; On the rock thy couch must be, While around thee chafes the billow: Thine must be a watchful sleep, Wearier than another's waking; Such a charge as thou dost keep Brooks no moment of forsaking. Sleep, as on the battle-field, Girded — grasping sword and shield: Those thou canst not name or number, Steal upon thy broken slumber.