Songs, Ballads, and Sacred SongsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1849 - 284 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... feel The breathings of a Deity . Guide of my heart ! still hovering round , Thy looks , thy words are still my own-- I see thee raising from the ground Some laurel , by the winds o'erthrown , And hear thee say , “ This humble bough ...
... feel The breathings of a Deity . Guide of my heart ! still hovering round , Thy looks , thy words are still my own-- I see thee raising from the ground Some laurel , by the winds o'erthrown , And hear thee say , “ This humble bough ...
Pagina 39
... feel like one , Who treads alone Some banquet - hall deserted , Whose lights are fled , Whose garlands dead , And all but he departed ! Thus , in the stilly night , Ere Slumber's chain has bound me , Sad Memory brings the light Of other ...
... feel like one , Who treads alone Some banquet - hall deserted , Whose lights are fled , Whose garlands dead , And all but he departed ! Thus , in the stilly night , Ere Slumber's chain has bound me , Sad Memory brings the light Of other ...
Pagina 74
... feel The blight that this world o'er the warmest will steal ; While the faith of all round us is fading or past , Let ours , ever green , keep its bloom to the last . Far safer for Love ' tis to wake and to weep , As he used in his ...
... feel The blight that this world o'er the warmest will steal ; While the faith of all round us is fading or past , Let ours , ever green , keep its bloom to the last . Far safer for Love ' tis to wake and to weep , As he used in his ...
Pagina 79
... lov'd thee still ? If when , that hour recalling From which he dates his woes , Thou feel'st a tear - drop falling , Ah , blush not while it flows ; But , all the past forgiving , Bend gently o'er SONGS AND BALLADS . 79.
... lov'd thee still ? If when , that hour recalling From which he dates his woes , Thou feel'st a tear - drop falling , Ah , blush not while it flows ; But , all the past forgiving , Bend gently o'er SONGS AND BALLADS . 79.
Pagina 85
... feeling suits thy heart , Let's see , to please thee , whether We may not learn some precious art To mix their charms together ; One feeling , still more sweet , to form From two so sweet already - A friendship that like love is warm ...
... feeling suits thy heart , Let's see , to please thee , whether We may not learn some precious art To mix their charms together ; One feeling , still more sweet , to form From two so sweet already - A friendship that like love is warm ...
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Pagina 39 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, 'Whose lights are fled Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Pagina 250 - And it came to pass, that in the morning watch the Lord looked unto the host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians...
Pagina 28 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. "Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 'The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Pagina 32 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet...
Pagina 243 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Pagina 242 - ... o'ershadows all the earth and skies like some dark beauteous bird whose plume is sparkling with unnumbered eyes that sacred gloom those fires divine so grand so countless Lord are thine...
Pagina 20 - THEY made her a grave, too cold and damp " For a soul so warm and true ; " And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, ' " Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp,
Pagina 264 - The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary ; and I will make the place of my feet glorious.
Pagina 28 - ... past ! Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ! But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past ! Utawas tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Pagina 250 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.