Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religionL.B. Seeley and Son, 1825 - 160 pages |
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... pain .. Through all the changing scenes of life Through sorrows night , and danger's path ' Tis not too hard , too high an aim ' Tis sweet to rest in lively hope To Jesus , the crown of my hope U. Unthinking , idle , wild and young 5 V ...
... pain .. Through all the changing scenes of life Through sorrows night , and danger's path ' Tis not too hard , too high an aim ' Tis sweet to rest in lively hope To Jesus , the crown of my hope U. Unthinking , idle , wild and young 5 V ...
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... pain ; Concluding in those hours of glee , That all the world was made for me . But when the days of trial came , When sickness shook this trembling frame When folly's gay pursuits were o'er , And I could dance and sing no more , It ...
... pain ; Concluding in those hours of glee , That all the world was made for me . But when the days of trial came , When sickness shook this trembling frame When folly's gay pursuits were o'er , And I could dance and sing no more , It ...
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... pain , Does thy fainting heart complain ? Oh ! in thought , one night recal , The night of grief in Herod's hall ; There I bore the vengeance due , Freely bore it all for you . " Child of dust , corruption's son , By pride deceiv'd , by ...
... pain , Does thy fainting heart complain ? Oh ! in thought , one night recal , The night of grief in Herod's hall ; There I bore the vengeance due , Freely bore it all for you . " Child of dust , corruption's son , By pride deceiv'd , by ...
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... breast ? Turn , turn to Him , in every pain , Whom never suppliant sought in vain ; Thy strength , in joy's ecstatic day , Thy hope , when joy has pass'd away . IX . THE cheerful supper done , with serious face 8 BOWDLER.
... breast ? Turn , turn to Him , in every pain , Whom never suppliant sought in vain ; Thy strength , in joy's ecstatic day , Thy hope , when joy has pass'd away . IX . THE cheerful supper done , with serious face 8 BOWDLER.
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... pain , Shall set me eternally free , e . Will but strengthen and rivet the chain Which binds me , my Saviour , to thee . XV . He who sits from day to day , Where the prison'd lark is hung , Heedless of his loudest lay , Hardly knows ...
... pain , Shall set me eternally free , e . Will but strengthen and rivet the chain Which binds me , my Saviour , to thee . XV . He who sits from day to day , Where the prison'd lark is hung , Heedless of his loudest lay , Hardly knows ...
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Page 101 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Page 9 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,— How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Page 4 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly to the list'ning 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 they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What...
Page 56 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Page 20 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 105 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Page 40 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.
Page 61 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 131 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Page 155 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.