The Illustrated Book of Christian Ballads and Other Poems, Band 14Rufus Wilmot Griswold Lindsay & Blakiston, 1844 - 164 Seiten |
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... DREAM . JESUS STILLING THE TEMPEST . CHRIST A SYMPATHIZING FRIEND THE WORLD A BUBBLE ROBERT HYSLOP BISHOP HEBER ROBERT GRANT . GEORGE CRABBE .115 .116 118 119 FRANCIS QUARLES 120 THE THREE MIGHTY . THE HOUR OF DEATH . ANONYMOUS . 121 ...
... DREAM . JESUS STILLING THE TEMPEST . CHRIST A SYMPATHIZING FRIEND THE WORLD A BUBBLE ROBERT HYSLOP BISHOP HEBER ROBERT GRANT . GEORGE CRABBE .115 .116 118 119 FRANCIS QUARLES 120 THE THREE MIGHTY . THE HOUR OF DEATH . ANONYMOUS . 121 ...
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... dream my life away In fancied rapture , or imagined joy ; Nor that a perfumed flower , a dew - gemm'd spray , A murmuring brook , or any prouder toy , Should , for its own sake , thought or song employ ; So far alone as nature's charms ...
... dream my life away In fancied rapture , or imagined joy ; Nor that a perfumed flower , a dew - gemm'd spray , A murmuring brook , or any prouder toy , Should , for its own sake , thought or song employ ; So far alone as nature's charms ...
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... dream his life's long fever gave him , Beneath those deep pathetic eyes which closed in death to save him ! Thus ! oh , not thus ! no type of earth could image that awaking , Wherein he scarcely heard the chant of seraphs round him ...
... dream his life's long fever gave him , Beneath those deep pathetic eyes which closed in death to save him ! Thus ! oh , not thus ! no type of earth could image that awaking , Wherein he scarcely heard the chant of seraphs round him ...
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... dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art , to dust returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not ...
... dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art , to dust returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not ...
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... dream : - Henry of Asti , priest and soldier , Legate of the Pontiff's will , Zeno , the Republic's Captain , pledged her glory to fulfil . See them winding through the thicket up to Smyrna's ancient wall , Where by Moslem bands ...
... dream : - Henry of Asti , priest and soldier , Legate of the Pontiff's will , Zeno , the Republic's Captain , pledged her glory to fulfil . See them winding through the thicket up to Smyrna's ancient wall , Where by Moslem bands ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Andalusia angel Asti BARRY CORNWALL beauty beloved sleep Belshazzar bend beneath BERNARD BARTON blest blood blue swords bosom breath brow chariot child cloud dark dead death deep despair dread dream dust dust to dust dwell earth Edom eternal faith Father fear fierce flame fled FLIGHT INTO EGYPT flowers giveth His beloved gloom glory grave hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy hope hour with Thee Israel Jerusalem king land light Lord Mayenne mercy mighty MILMAN morning mortal may know mother night o'er pale pass'd peace praise prayer pride proud roll'd Saviour scatter'd shade shine Sing Sisera smile solemn song sorrow soul spirit steeds strange bright Star stream sweet sword tears thine THOMAS DALE Thou art thou hast thought throne thunder tis Thou tomb tread voice waves Weep wild wings words wrath youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 71 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Seite 22 - IT is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying ; It is a place where happy saints may weep amid their praying ; Yet let the grief and humbleness as low as silence languish : Earth surely now may give her calm to whom she gave her anguish.
Seite 113 - Pilgrim, burthen'd with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate, There, till Mercy let thee in, Knock and weep and watch and wait. Knock ! — He knows the sinner's cry : Weep ! — He loves the mourner's tears : Watch ! — for saving grace is nigh : Wait, — till heavenly light appears. " Hark ! it is the Bridegroom's voice ; Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest...
Seite 101 - Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy; For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Seite 105 - What do we give to our beloved? A little faith all undisproved, A little dust to overweep, And bitter memories to make The whole earth blasted for our sake : He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Seite 72 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Seite 19 - EARTH to earth, and dust to dust!" Here the evil and the just, Here the youthful and the old, Here the fearful and the bold, Here the matron and the maid, In one silent bed are laid ; Here the vassal and the king, Side by side lie withering; Here the sword and sceptre rust — " Earth to earth, and dust to dust...
Seite 22 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell, and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so broken-hearted...
Seite 66 - Yes: that blessed name imparts Comfort to those, who in the grave have sown The seed, that they had garnered in their hearts, Their bread of life, alas .' no more their own. Into its furrows shall we all be cast, In the sure faith, that we shall rise again At the great harvest, when the Archangel's blast Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain.
Seite 24 - Deserted ! God could separate From His own essence rather : And Adam's sins have swept between The righteous Son and Father — Yea ! once, Immanuel's orphaned cry, His universe hath shaken — It went up single, echoless,