The Rainbow Around the Tomb, Or, Rays of Hope for Those who MournDerby & Jackson, 1857 - 282 pagina's |
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Pagina 19
... O'er the infant's flower - fringed bed ! Bitter drops of weary woe For the erring child are shed . ' Little children , come to me , ' Jesus said , when here below : UNTO JESUS , cheerfully , Let the little children go ! ROSALIE BELL ...
... O'er the infant's flower - fringed bed ! Bitter drops of weary woe For the erring child are shed . ' Little children , come to me , ' Jesus said , when here below : UNTO JESUS , cheerfully , Let the little children go ! ROSALIE BELL ...
Pagina 23
... what endeavor Bear up beneath life's darkened sun ? Just then he bounded past before me With glowing cheeks , and smile so bright , And eyes whose gladness kindled o'er me 23 An answering flame of pure delight . " Up by.
... what endeavor Bear up beneath life's darkened sun ? Just then he bounded past before me With glowing cheeks , and smile so bright , And eyes whose gladness kindled o'er me 23 An answering flame of pure delight . " Up by.
Pagina 29
... O'er which the white winged Angels go , Bearing the holy Dead to Heaven ! She touched a bridge of flowers - those feet , So light they did not bend the bells Of the celestial asphodels ! They fell like dew upon the flowers ! And all the ...
... O'er which the white winged Angels go , Bearing the holy Dead to Heaven ! She touched a bridge of flowers - those feet , So light they did not bend the bells Of the celestial asphodels ! They fell like dew upon the flowers ! And all the ...
Pagina 30
... o'er the porch the trembling vine Seemed bursting with its veins of wine ! — Oh , earth was full of pleasant smell , When came the dainty Babie Bell Into this world of ours ! O Babie , dainty Babie Bell ! How fair she grew from day to ...
... o'er the porch the trembling vine Seemed bursting with its veins of wine ! — Oh , earth was full of pleasant smell , When came the dainty Babie Bell Into this world of ours ! O Babie , dainty Babie Bell ! How fair she grew from day to ...
Pagina 38
... o'er thy tender soul the storm of earth Had never rudely swept . Thou'rt spared a fearful lore , A knowledge all obtain who linger here ; The changed the cold - the dead - were words that bore No import to thine ear . THE INFANT'S DEATH ...
... o'er thy tender soul the storm of earth Had never rudely swept . Thou'rt spared a fearful lore , A knowledge all obtain who linger here ; The changed the cold - the dead - were words that bore No import to thine ear . THE INFANT'S DEATH ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY AMARANTHINE angel ANONYMOUS beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow calm CAROLINE BOWLES cheek cherub child Christ Christian CHRISTIAN DEATH cold dainty Babie Bell dark dead dear death dust dust to dust earth earthly EBENEZER ELLIOTT ELIZA COOK eternal eyes faded fair faith father fear flowers flowers of Eden fond friends gently gloom glory God's gone grave grief hand happy hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope immortal infant Jesus land life's light live look meet morning mortal mother mourn mourners never night o'er pain pale peace PROEM pure rest ROBERT SOUTHEY shadow shining sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring summer sweet tears tender thee thine THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THOMAS HOOD thou hast thought tomb unto upper choir voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weary weep wherefore whisper young
Populaire passages
Pagina 254 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So, calm are we when passions are no more! For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost.
Pagina 259 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deejp repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Pagina 252 - Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped. Then shall the lame man leap as a hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing : for in the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert.
Pagina 162 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, oh, thither, Into the Silent Land...
Pagina 217 - Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land, unknown What water of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Pagina 74 - Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not : for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them.
Pagina 217 - Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul!
Pagina 73 - And when he had taken him, and brought him to his mother, he sat on her knees till noon, and then died.
Pagina 74 - And they brought young children to him, that he should touch them : and his disciples rebuked those that brought them. But when Jesus saw it, he was much displeased, and said unto them, "Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.
Pagina 193 - 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,"