The Poems of James Grahame, John Logan, and William Falconer: With Lives of the Authors and a Portrait of GrahameJohn Anderson, 1823 - 332 |
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Strona 36
... breath might take its flight in midway air , - This pleases for a while ; but on the brink , Back from the toppling edge his fancy shrinks In horror : Sleep at last his breast becalms , He dreams ' tis done ; but starting wild awakes ...
... breath might take its flight in midway air , - This pleases for a while ; but on the brink , Back from the toppling edge his fancy shrinks In horror : Sleep at last his breast becalms , He dreams ' tis done ; but starting wild awakes ...
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... breathing in the silence of the woods , And blessing Him who gave the Sabbath day . Yes , my heart flutters with a freer throb , To think that now the townsman wanders forth Among the fields and meadows , to enjoy The coolness of the ...
... breathing in the silence of the woods , And blessing Him who gave the Sabbath day . Yes , my heart flutters with a freer throb , To think that now the townsman wanders forth Among the fields and meadows , to enjoy The coolness of the ...
Strona 61
... . As yet the blue - bells linger on the sod That copes the sheepfold ring ; and in the woods A second blow of many flowers appears ; Flowers faintly tinged , and breathing no perfume . But SABBATH WALKS . 61 An Autumn Sabbath Walk,
... . As yet the blue - bells linger on the sod That copes the sheepfold ring ; and in the woods A second blow of many flowers appears ; Flowers faintly tinged , and breathing no perfume . But SABBATH WALKS . 61 An Autumn Sabbath Walk,
Strona 62
... breathing no perfume . But fruits , not blossoms , form the woodland wreath That circles Autumn's brow : The ruddy haws Now clothe the half - leaved thorn ; the bramble bends Beneath its jetty load ; the hazel hangs With auburn branches ...
... breathing no perfume . But fruits , not blossoms , form the woodland wreath That circles Autumn's brow : The ruddy haws Now clothe the half - leaved thorn ; the bramble bends Beneath its jetty load ; the hazel hangs With auburn branches ...
Strona 79
... ! How soft the first breath of the breeze That on my temples play'd ! How sweet the woodland evening song , Full floating down the glade ! But sweeter far the lark that soars Through morning's blushing MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
... ! How soft the first breath of the breeze That on my temples play'd ! How sweet the woodland evening song , Full floating down the glade ! But sweeter far the lark that soars Through morning's blushing MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
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Albem Archb Arden Arion arms ascend Barons beauty behold beneath Bishop Porteus blast blood bloom bosom bowsprit brails breath Britons charms child clouds dark Dauphin death deep descend divine doom'd dreadful e'er earth Edgar Edinburgh Elvine England Epaminondas eternal eyes faithless fame fate father flowers foresail gale glory Greece groan hand hast head hear heart Heaven helm hope hour JOHN LOGAN King land look Lord maid mainsail mast morning mournful never night numbers o'er Palemon peace reef Rodmond roll Sabbath sacred sails Saxon scene Scotland scudding secret shade shalt ship shore skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit storm strain stream sweet sword tears tempest tender thee thine thou throne thunder tide trembling unto vale vessel voice wandering wave weep wild WILLIAM FALCONER wind wings yard Yarrow youth
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Strona 53 - And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing. And he called unto him his disciples, and saith unto them: "Verily I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have cast into the treasury: for all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her living.
Strona 57 - He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.
Strona 39 - And it came to pass on the third day in the morning, that there were thunders and lightnings, and a thick cloud upon the mount, and the voice of the trumpet exceeding loud ; so that all the people that was in the camp trembled.
Strona 112 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Strona 113 - The green-wood path to meet her brother : They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough ; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow...
Strona 57 - So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these ? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord ; thou knowest that I love thee.
Strona 30 - 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.
Strona 89 - And we sailed away from Philippi after the days of unleavened bread, and came unto them to Troas in five days; where we abode seven days. 7 And upon the first day of the week, when the disciples came together to break bread, Paul preached unto them, ready to depart on the morrow; and continued his speech until midnight.
Strona 89 - ... then shalt thou delight thyself in the Lord ; and I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and feed thee with the heritage of Jacob thy father : for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.
Strona 40 - Then shalt thou cause the trumpet of the jubilee to sound on the tenth day of the seventh month, in the day of atonement shall ye make the trumpet sound throughout all your land.