Life-lights of song, ed. by D. Page, Volumen1;Volumen521864 |
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... LOVE . God is Love . His mercy brightens , 132 THE FLOWERS OF THE FIELD . Sweet nurslings of the verdant skies , 133 THROUGH GOD ALONE . O Thou ! whose balance does the mountains weigh , 134 THE VOICE OF SPRING . I come , I come ! ye ...
... LOVE . God is Love . His mercy brightens , 132 THE FLOWERS OF THE FIELD . Sweet nurslings of the verdant skies , 133 THROUGH GOD ALONE . O Thou ! whose balance does the mountains weigh , 134 THE VOICE OF SPRING . I come , I come ! ye ...
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Life-lights David Page. Ye , from the gaze of crowds your beauty veiling , Keep in dim vestal urns the sweetness shrined , Till the mild moon , on high serenely sailing , Looks on you tenderly , and sadly kind . -So doth love's dreaming ...
Life-lights David Page. Ye , from the gaze of crowds your beauty veiling , Keep in dim vestal urns the sweetness shrined , Till the mild moon , on high serenely sailing , Looks on you tenderly , and sadly kind . -So doth love's dreaming ...
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... love ye all ! Beautiful flowers ! to me ye fresher seem From the Almighty Hand that fashion'd all , Than those who flourish by a garden wall ; And I can image you as in a dream , Fair , modest maidens , nursed in hamlets small , — I love ye ...
... love ye all ! Beautiful flowers ! to me ye fresher seem From the Almighty Hand that fashion'd all , Than those who flourish by a garden wall ; And I can image you as in a dream , Fair , modest maidens , nursed in hamlets small , — I love ye ...
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Life-lights David Page. Though lovely ye , and most without a name , Young hearts rejoice to see your buds come forth , As light erewhile into the world came , — I love ye all ! Beautiful things ye are where'er ye grow ! The wild red ...
Life-lights David Page. Though lovely ye , and most without a name , Young hearts rejoice to see your buds come forth , As light erewhile into the world came , — I love ye all ! Beautiful things ye are where'er ye grow ! The wild red ...
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... Ye o'er my heart have thrown a lovesome spell ; And though the Worldling , scorning , may deride , I love ye all ! ROBERT NICOLL , 1814-1837 . HUMAN FRAILTY . WEAK and irresolute is man ; The purpose of to - day , Woven with pains into ...
... Ye o'er my heart have thrown a lovesome spell ; And though the Worldling , scorning , may deride , I love ye all ! ROBERT NICOLL , 1814-1837 . HUMAN FRAILTY . WEAK and irresolute is man ; The purpose of to - day , Woven with pains into ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adore ANNE STEELE beam beauty beneath bird bless bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright calm clouds dark deep divine dost doth dream earth eternal fair flowers forest gaze GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE glad glorious glory glow God's golden grace green hath hear heart heaven hills holy hope HORATIUS BONAR hour hymn Illustrations and Vignette JOSEPH ADDISON light lonely love ye mercy morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS nature Nature's night nurslings o'er peace Portrait on Steel Praise the Lord prayer rill rise ROBERT NICOLL ROBERT SOUTHEY round shade shine shining book sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit Spring stars streams sweet tears Thine THOMAS MOORE Thou art Thou hast thoughts throne Thy presence told thee tree Vignette Title voice wandering waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing woods
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Página 76 - TO A 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? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 149 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 38 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 49 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 211 - Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Página vii - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee, Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine...
Página 209 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
Página 243 - ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Página 135 - HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, omnipotence.
Página 50 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie, In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that...