A Library of Religious Poetry: A Collection of the Best Poems of All Ages and Tongues. With Biographical and Literary NotesPhilip Schaff, Arthur Gilman Dodd, Mead, 1880 - 1004 Religious poetry is the holy of holies of literature. In all ages poets have been the interpreters of the finer feelings of humanity, and the greatest have treated the loftiest themes that can employ the mind and the heart -- the relation of man to his Maker, and the duties and privileges which arise from it. It has been the aim of the editors to make the present collection truly catholic. It embraces a body of representative poems of all ages, denominations, and countries. The authors are allowed the fullest liberty of uttering their sentiments in their own words. - Preface. |
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... feet have trod , This day , aside from thee , my soul's sweet spring , Back from my broken cisterns , back to thee , — While the deep night - glooms gather , I would flee ! Let me be last in suppliance at thy feet , Whatever pleas my ...
... feet have trod , This day , aside from thee , my soul's sweet spring , Back from my broken cisterns , back to thee , — While the deep night - glooms gather , I would flee ! Let me be last in suppliance at thy feet , Whatever pleas my ...
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... feet Have almost gained the brink ; If it be I am nearer home Even to - day than I think ; 1852 . Father , perfect my trust ; Let my spirit feel in death , That her feet are firmly set On the rock of a living faith ! 25 PHOEBE CARY ...
... feet Have almost gained the brink ; If it be I am nearer home Even to - day than I think ; 1852 . Father , perfect my trust ; Let my spirit feel in death , That her feet are firmly set On the rock of a living faith ! 25 PHOEBE CARY ...
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... feet Doth the same tale repeat . Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now , the glory and the dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The soul that rises with us , our life's star , Hath had elsewhere its ...
... feet Doth the same tale repeat . Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now , the glory and the dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The soul that rises with us , our life's star , Hath had elsewhere its ...
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... feet ? God ! let the torrents , like a shout of nations , Answer ! and let the ice - plains echo , God ! God ! sing , ye meadow - streams , with gladsome voice ! Ye pine - groves , with your soft and soul - like sounds ! And they too ...
... feet ? God ! let the torrents , like a shout of nations , Answer ! and let the ice - plains echo , God ! God ! sing , ye meadow - streams , with gladsome voice ! Ye pine - groves , with your soft and soul - like sounds ! And they too ...
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... feet , Its function best of diligence in love . THOMAS BURBIDG . THE CORN AND THE LILIES . 1879 . SAID the corn to the lilies : “ Press not near my feet . You are only idlers , Neither corn nor wheat . Does one earn a living Just by ...
... feet , Its function best of diligence in love . THOMAS BURBIDG . THE CORN AND THE LILIES . 1879 . SAID the corn to the lilies : “ Press not near my feet . You are only idlers , Neither corn nor wheat . Does one earn a living Just by ...
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adore ALICE CARY angels art thou behold beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright CATHERINE WINKWORTH child Christ clouds crown dark dear death deep died divine dost doth dwell earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face fair faith Father fear feet flowers forever give glad glorious glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY FRANCIS LYTE holy hope hour hymn ISAAC WATTS Jesus JOHN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN KEBLE JOHN MASON NEALE King land life's light live look Lord mercy mighty morning never night o'er peace PHOEBE CARY praise pray prayer rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH rise round saints Saviour shalt shine sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne Translated trust unto voice watch weary weep wilt wings word
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Strona 178 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love! I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills Like that above!
Strona 614 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind! Just and holy is Thy Name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Strona 249 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Strona 176 - There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Strona 404 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strona 330 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
Strona 37 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Strona 38 - The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Strona 419 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Strona 35 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as...