The World's Great Religious PoetryCaroline Miles Hill Macmillan, 1923 - 836 |
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... Sweet hints come to him from the sky , - Birds teach him wisdom as they fly . He gathers good in all he meets , The fields pour out for him their sweets ; Life is excess ; one sunset's glow Gives him a bliss no others know . Beauty to ...
... Sweet hints come to him from the sky , - Birds teach him wisdom as they fly . He gathers good in all he meets , The fields pour out for him their sweets ; Life is excess ; one sunset's glow Gives him a bliss no others know . Beauty to ...
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... sweet where every downy throat's a well Of song itself to worship in the grass , Thine altar's base fast - founded on a swell Near a glade where elms and beeches pass : There is space for breath , and there , content , If aught should ...
... sweet where every downy throat's a well Of song itself to worship in the grass , Thine altar's base fast - founded on a swell Near a glade where elms and beeches pass : There is space for breath , and there , content , If aught should ...
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... Sweet - hearted , you , whose light - blue eyes Are tender over drowning flies , You tell me , doubt is Devil - born . I know not one indeed I knew In many a subtle question versed , Who touched a jarring lyre at first , But ever strove ...
... Sweet - hearted , you , whose light - blue eyes Are tender over drowning flies , You tell me , doubt is Devil - born . I know not one indeed I knew In many a subtle question versed , Who touched a jarring lyre at first , But ever strove ...
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... sweet and blasphemous , The love of God : I hear the crumbling creeds Like cliffs , washed down by water , change and pass ; I hear a noise of words , age after age , A new cold wind that blows across the plains , And all the shrines ...
... sweet and blasphemous , The love of God : I hear the crumbling creeds Like cliffs , washed down by water , change and pass ; I hear a noise of words , age after age , A new cold wind that blows across the plains , And all the shrines ...
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... sweet as the dawn - star . He it is who drives us and urges us always , Faint with a need that is ever present within us , Struggling onward and toiling one by the other . Ever we long and cry for rest , but it comes not ; Broke are our ...
... sweet as the dawn - star . He it is who drives us and urges us always , Faint with a need that is ever present within us , Struggling onward and toiling one by the other . Ever we long and cry for rest , but it comes not ; Broke are our ...
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Popularne fragmenty
Strona 680 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Strona 265 - Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Strona 680 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learnt aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!
Strona 200 - We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness : let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Strona 625 - Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Strona 287 - Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field so he flourisheth: For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Strona 689 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Strona 103 - Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail ; Thy mercies, how tender ! how firm to the end ! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend ! O measureless Might!
Strona 274 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Strona 374 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...