Scenes and Hymns of Life,: With Other Religious PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1834 - 247 |
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... sings , Close to my cottage lattice - he awakes , To stir the young leaves with his gushing soul , And to call forth rich answers of delight From voices buried in a thousand trees , Through the dim starry hours . Now doth the lake ...
... sings , Close to my cottage lattice - he awakes , To stir the young leaves with his gushing soul , And to call forth rich answers of delight From voices buried in a thousand trees , Through the dim starry hours . Now doth the lake ...
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... sing me that old solemn - breathing hymn We loved in happier days - the strain which tells Of the dread conflict in the olive shade ? [ She sings . He knelt , the Saviour knelt and pray'd , When but his Father's eye Look'd through the ...
... sing me that old solemn - breathing hymn We loved in happier days - the strain which tells Of the dread conflict in the olive shade ? [ She sings . He knelt , the Saviour knelt and pray'd , When but his Father's eye Look'd through the ...
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... singing - birds and brooks , And swell of breathing turf , whose lightsome spring Their blooms recall . Lilian , ( raing herself . ) Is that my Jessy's voice ? It woke me not , sweet mother ! I had lain Silently , visited by waking ...
... singing - birds and brooks , And swell of breathing turf , whose lightsome spring Their blooms recall . Lilian , ( raing herself . ) Is that my Jessy's voice ? It woke me not , sweet mother ! I had lain Silently , visited by waking ...
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... singing - tones , that swell and die In tenderest falls away . - O , bring thy harp , Sister ! a gentle heaviness at last Hath touch'd mine eyelids sing to me , and sleep Will come again . Jessy . What wouldst thou hear ? Th ' Italian ...
... singing - tones , that swell and die In tenderest falls away . - O , bring thy harp , Sister ! a gentle heaviness at last Hath touch'd mine eyelids sing to me , and sleep Will come again . Jessy . What wouldst thou hear ? Th ' Italian ...
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... fraught with holiest power , to hush All billows of the soul , e'en like His voice That said of old- " Be still ! " - Sing me that strain— " The Saviour's dying hour . " [ JESSY sings to the Harp . O Son of 28 FLOWERS AND MUSIC.
... fraught with holiest power , to hush All billows of the soul , e'en like His voice That said of old- " Be still ! " - Sing me that strain— " The Saviour's dying hour . " [ JESSY sings to the Harp . O Son of 28 FLOWERS AND MUSIC.
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angel eyes art thou beauty beneath Blanche bless thee blest bosom bow'd breast breath bright brooding brow burning calm child cloud D'Aubigné dark dead dear dear Jessy death deep didst divine doth dread dreams E'en earth Edith Enonio eyes faint faith Father Father divine fear FELICIA HEMANS flowers fond forest gentle gleaming glorious glory Gomez harp hath hear heart Heaven heavenly Herbert Herrmann holy hope hour human HYMN immortal LADY STAIR'S CLOSE Leonardo da Vinci light lone lowly lyre meek midst mighty Mother mountain ne'er night o'er once pale prayer pure quivering rich RIZPAH round SACRED HARP Saviour's scene shade shadow shower shrine silent sing sleep soft solemn song soul sound spirit stars strain stream sweet swift wind tears tender thine thou hast thoughts thrilling tone trembling unto thee voice wandering waves whisper wild wind wings woods words
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Strona 199 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Strona 179 - Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her.
Strona 99 - Thou ! 3. By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod — From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away, Aid us...
Strona 100 - By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod ; From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away : Aid us, O God. 4 Tremblers beside the grave, We call on Thee to save, Father divine ! Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Keep us, in life and death, Thine, only Thine.
Strona 115 - God ! Thou hast made thy children mighty, By the touch of the mountain sod. Thou hast fix'd our ark of refuge, Where the spoiler's foot ne'er trod; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers' God ! We are watchers of a beacon Whose light must never die ; We are guardians of an altar 'Midst the silence of the sky : The rocks yield founts of courage, Struck forth as by thy rod; For the strength of the hills we bless thee. Our God, our fathers
Strona 212 - A seed not lost; — for which, in darker years, O Book of Heaven ! I pour, with grateful tears, Heart blessings on the holy dead and thee ! III.
Strona 16 - Looked through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony : The Lord of all, above, beneath, Was bowed with sorrow unto death. The sun set in a fearful hour : The stars might well grow dim, When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow Him ! That He, Who gave man's breath, might know The very depths of human woe.
Strona 155 - Clasp me a little longer, on the brink Of fate ! while I can feel thy dear caress ; And, when this heart hath ceased to beat — oh! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just Oh ! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs — when I am laid in dust ! xxx.
Strona 146 - I bless thy name, That thou hast mantled the green earth with flowers, Linking our hearts to nature ! By the love Of their wild blossoms, our young footsteps first Into her deep recesses are beguiled...
Strona 18 - It passed not, though to Him the grave Had yielded up its dead ! But there was sent Him from on high A gift of strength for man to die.