The Harp and the Cross: A Collection of Religious PoetryWalker, Wise,, 1861 - 348 pagina's |
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Pagina 13
... THE rain is o'er . How dense and bright Yon pearly clouds reposing lie , Cloud above cloud , a glorious sight , Contrasting with the dark blue sky ! In grateful silence , earth receives The general blessing ; 2 Scene after a Summer Shower.
... THE rain is o'er . How dense and bright Yon pearly clouds reposing lie , Cloud above cloud , a glorious sight , Contrasting with the dark blue sky ! In grateful silence , earth receives The general blessing ; 2 Scene after a Summer Shower.
Pagina 18
... bright The appearances of things ! From such , how changed The existing worship ; and with those compared , The worshippers how innocent and blest ! So wide the difference , a willing mind , At this affecting hour , might almost think ...
... bright The appearances of things ! From such , how changed The existing worship ; and with those compared , The worshippers how innocent and blest ! So wide the difference , a willing mind , At this affecting hour , might almost think ...
Pagina 21
... of light , Gazing on earth with golden eyes ; Bright guardians of the blue - browed night , What are ye in your native skies ? I know not ! neither can I know , Nor on what leader ye attend , 21 Nor whence ye came , nor whither go , Nor.
... of light , Gazing on earth with golden eyes ; Bright guardians of the blue - browed night , What are ye in your native skies ? I know not ! neither can I know , Nor on what leader ye attend , 21 Nor whence ye came , nor whither go , Nor.
Pagina 25
... Bright in the opening hours of life , And brighter at its close . The waning moon in time shall fail To walk the midnight skies ; But God hath kindled this bright light With fire that never dies . THE LIGHT OF STARS . W. H. FURNESS ...
... Bright in the opening hours of life , And brighter at its close . The waning moon in time shall fail To walk the midnight skies ; But God hath kindled this bright light With fire that never dies . THE LIGHT OF STARS . W. H. FURNESS ...
Pagina 39
... bright ye blossom on As when your simple charms outvied The pride of Solomon . Ye flourished when the captive band , By prophets warned in vain , Were led to far Euphrates ' strand , From Jordan's pleasant plain , In hostile lands to ...
... bright ye blossom on As when your simple charms outvied The pride of Solomon . Ye flourished when the captive band , By prophets warned in vain , Were led to far Euphrates ' strand , From Jordan's pleasant plain , In hostile lands to ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
angels Arouse thee Baby Carl beam beauty behold BERNARD BARTON Bethpeor bless blest bosom breast breath bright brow calm canopy of love CHARLES MACKAY child Christ clouds COMMUNION HYMN crown dark dear death deep divine doth dream dying band earth earthly eternal eyes fair faith Father fear flowers gaze gleam glorious glory glow God's GOLDEN LEGEND grace grave grief hallows heath hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour HYMN Jesus JOHN STERLING life's light live Lord MADAME GUYON mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest round Saviour shadow shine SHIRAZ silent sing Sir Launfal smile solemn song SONNET sorrow soul stars stream strife sweet SYLVESTER JUDD tears thine Thou art thou hast thought throne toil trust truth unto voice weary weep whispers wilt wing words YEAR'S DAY
Populaire passages
Pagina 258 - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 147 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Pagina 258 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Pagina 12 - Our outward life requires them not ; Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth. To comfort man, — to whisper hope Whene'er his faith is dim ; For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him ! THE WOODLAND SANCTUARY.
Pagina 142 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Pagina 107 - And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you, That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory, ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.
Pagina 150 - When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer ; Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.
Pagina 51 - And no man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er ; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth, But no man heard the trampling, Or saw that train go forth. Noiselessly as the daylight Comes when the night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun ; Noiselessly as the spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves. And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Pagina 156 - I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty; I woke, and found that life was duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shalt find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee...
Pagina 152 - NOT in the solitude Alone may man commune with Heaven, or see, Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity ; Or only hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice. Even here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty ! — here, amidst the crowd Through the great city rolled, With everlasting murmur deep and loud — Choking the ways that wind 'Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind.