Heavenward: A Collection of Hymns and Poems of ConsolationAnson D.F. Randolph, 1867 - 497 pagina's |
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Pagina 27
... leaves between : - And o'er the winds that there are blowing , Nor blight nor winter's wrath hath been . Ye suns that shine forever yonder , O'er fields that fade not , sweet to flee ; - The very zephyrs there that wander , How healing ...
... leaves between : - And o'er the winds that there are blowing , Nor blight nor winter's wrath hath been . Ye suns that shine forever yonder , O'er fields that fade not , sweet to flee ; - The very zephyrs there that wander , How healing ...
Pagina 40
... leaves , and dream life's toil is done ? Oh tell me , do they there forget what here hath made them blest ? Nor sigh again for home and friends , in the City called Rest ? Oh , little birds , fly east again ; oh , little birds , fly ...
... leaves , and dream life's toil is done ? Oh tell me , do they there forget what here hath made them blest ? Nor sigh again for home and friends , in the City called Rest ? Oh , little birds , fly east again ; oh , little birds , fly ...
Pagina 44
... leave no night henceforth on earth to me ! NO GRAVES ARE THERE . 66 R. A. Rhees . No graves are there , " No willow weeps above the grassy bed Where sleeps the young , the fondly loved , the fair , The early dead ! No funeral knell ...
... leave no night henceforth on earth to me ! NO GRAVES ARE THERE . 66 R. A. Rhees . No graves are there , " No willow weeps above the grassy bed Where sleeps the young , the fondly loved , the fair , The early dead ! No funeral knell ...
Pagina 51
... leaves of Time , Shall have fadeless flowers to fix on , In an ever spring - bright clime ; Where we find the joy of loving As we never loved before-- Loving on , unchilled , unhindered , Loving once , and never more ! Brother , we ...
... leaves of Time , Shall have fadeless flowers to fix on , In an ever spring - bright clime ; Where we find the joy of loving As we never loved before-- Loving on , unchilled , unhindered , Loving once , and never more ! Brother , we ...
Pagina 52
... leave this blighted orb afar ! Mixt soul and soul to cleave the sky , And soar away from star to star . But oh , how dark , how drear , how lone , Would seem the brightest world of bliss , If , wandering through each radiant one , We ...
... leave this blighted orb afar ! Mixt soul and soul to cleave the sky , And soar away from star to star . But oh , how dark , how drear , how lone , Would seem the brightest world of bliss , If , wandering through each radiant one , We ...
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Adam of St angel art thou Ave Maris Stella beauty blessed blest bliss breast breath bright brow calm celestial cherub band Christ clouds crown dark dead dear Death deep doth dreams dust dust to dust dwell earth earthly eternal evermore eyes fade fair faith fear flowers forever gates George Wither glad glorious glory golden grave grief HALLOWED GROUND hand hath HAUNTED PALACE hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour immortal Jean Ingelow Jesus land life's light little longer living look Lord morning mortal mourn Nearer never night o'er pale Paul Gerhardt peace prayer rest river round saints Saviour seraph shadows shalt shining shore sighs silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars stream sweet tears tempests thee thine Thou art thought throne toil tomb voice wait watch weary weep wings
Populaire passages
Pagina 267 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Pagina 265 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight ; they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love and nothing for reward : Oh why should heavenly God to men have such regard) THE SEASONS.
Pagina 434 - All, all are goue, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays — All, all are gone, the .old familiar faces.
Pagina 431 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago...
Pagina 107 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Pagina 393 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now? One 'midst the forest of the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Pagina 300 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Pagina 435 - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.