The Gem book of poesie, by the author of 'The ancient poets and poetry of England'.1846 - 160 páginas |
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... sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , And when high noon hast gain'd , and when thou fall'st . Moon , that now meet'st the orient sun , now fly'st , B With the fix'd stars , fix'd in their orb that SACRED ...
... sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , And when high noon hast gain'd , and when thou fall'st . Moon , that now meet'st the orient sun , now fly'st , B With the fix'd stars , fix'd in their orb that SACRED ...
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... sounds Of ever - varying nature ; all are Thine . Thy presence , Lord , is beaming through their powers With a transcendent brightness ; when afar , The flowing sea's sublime monotony Is borne upon the zephyrs , or the thunder , Robed ...
... sounds Of ever - varying nature ; all are Thine . Thy presence , Lord , is beaming through their powers With a transcendent brightness ; when afar , The flowing sea's sublime monotony Is borne upon the zephyrs , or the thunder , Robed ...
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... sound , While all th ' adoring thrones around His boundless mercy sing ; Let every listening saint above Wake all the tuneful soul of love , And touch the sweetest string . Join , ye loud spheres , the vocal choir ; Thou dazzling orb of ...
... sound , While all th ' adoring thrones around His boundless mercy sing ; Let every listening saint above Wake all the tuneful soul of love , And touch the sweetest string . Join , ye loud spheres , the vocal choir ; Thou dazzling orb of ...
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... sound his awful name To heaven aloud , and roar acclaim , Ye swelling deeps below . Let every element rejoice ; Ye thunders , burst with awful voice , To him who bade you roll ! His praise in soften'd notes declare , Each whispering ...
... sound his awful name To heaven aloud , and roar acclaim , Ye swelling deeps below . Let every element rejoice ; Ye thunders , burst with awful voice , To him who bade you roll ! His praise in soften'd notes declare , Each whispering ...
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... sound , The general burst of joy . OGILVIE . GOD THE CREATOR AND PRESERVER OF THE UNIVERSE . PSALM XXIV . 1 . THOU art , O God , the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day , its smile by night , Are but ...
... sound , The general burst of joy . OGILVIE . GOD THE CREATOR AND PRESERVER OF THE UNIVERSE . PSALM XXIV . 1 . THOU art , O God , the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day , its smile by night , Are but ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 124 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 15 - Are not the mountains, waves and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Página 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.