The Gem book of poesie, by the author of 'The ancient poets and poetry of England'.1846 - 160 Seiten |
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... dost the gifts of tongues dispense , And crown'st thy gifts with eloquence ! Refine and purge our earthly parts ; But oh inflame and fire our hearts ! Our frailties help , our vice control , Submit the senses to the soul ; And when ...
... dost the gifts of tongues dispense , And crown'st thy gifts with eloquence ! Refine and purge our earthly parts ; But oh inflame and fire our hearts ! Our frailties help , our vice control , Submit the senses to the soul ; And when ...
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... dost show Thy sun amid a drop of dew . And thus from sleep thy saints upraise , To seek Thy face in prayer and praise . W. MARTIN . MORNING HYMN . AWAKE , my soul , and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth ...
... dost show Thy sun amid a drop of dew . And thus from sleep thy saints upraise , To seek Thy face in prayer and praise . W. MARTIN . MORNING HYMN . AWAKE , my soul , and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth ...
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... dost according to thy holy will ; And none can stay thy hand ; and none withhold Thy glory ; for in judgment , Thou , as well As mercy , art exalted ; day and night , Past , present , future , magnify thy name : Thy works all praise ...
... dost according to thy holy will ; And none can stay thy hand ; and none withhold Thy glory ; for in judgment , Thou , as well As mercy , art exalted ; day and night , Past , present , future , magnify thy name : Thy works all praise ...
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... dost thy mind in dirty pleasures moyl , Unmindful of that dearest Lord of thine ; Lift up to him thy heavy - clouded eyne , That thou this sovereign beauty may'st behold , And read through love his mercies manifold . With all thy heart ...
... dost thy mind in dirty pleasures moyl , Unmindful of that dearest Lord of thine ; Lift up to him thy heavy - clouded eyne , That thou this sovereign beauty may'st behold , And read through love his mercies manifold . With all thy heart ...
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... thy gloom . Beauteous Night - all hail ! Thou dost unseal The sacred coffers of the soul , And bid'st their hidden treasures roll , Though lock'd in steel . Eternal Lord - I hail The Night no more ; 94 HYMN TO NIGHT . Hymn to Night (Martin)
... thy gloom . Beauteous Night - all hail ! Thou dost unseal The sacred coffers of the soul , And bid'st their hidden treasures roll , Though lock'd in steel . Eternal Lord - I hail The Night no more ; 94 HYMN TO NIGHT . Hymn to Night (Martin)
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
art thou BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird blaze bless bliss bloom blossom bosom breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer clouds dark dear death deep delight divine dost doth dread earth ELIZA COOK eternal fade fair faith feel fire flowers gaze gloom glorious glory glow golden slumber green hast hath heart heaven heaven's gate heavenly HERBERT KNOWLES holy hope horned owl hour HYMN light live look Lord loved thee lyre MARTIN MARY HOWITT mighty morn mountain nature Nature's night o'er peace perfect law praise prayer pride pure rapture rose round seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies SKYLARK sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm sublime sweet tears tempest tender thine things thou art thoughts throne tree Twas unto voice wave Weep wild winds wings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 10 - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Seite 24 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 2 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Seite 124 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Seite 26 - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take. His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams...
Seite 41 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
Seite 3 - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
Seite 2 - And ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Seite 15 - Are not the mountains, waves and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Seite 164 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.