Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious KindOtis, Broaders, 1839 - 288 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 35
עמוד 23
... sigh Is heard , and , bowing by the stone That bears his mother's name , with none But God and guardian angels by , Shall say " This was my mother's choice For her own grave . O , be it mine ! Even now , methinks , I hear her voice ...
... sigh Is heard , and , bowing by the stone That bears his mother's name , with none But God and guardian angels by , Shall say " This was my mother's choice For her own grave . O , be it mine ! Even now , methinks , I hear her voice ...
עמוד 30
... And summer's forests o'er her wave ; And sighing winds at autumn moan Around the little stranger's grave , As though they murmured at the fate Of one so lone and desolate . In sounds that seem like Sorrow's own , Their funeral 30.
... And summer's forests o'er her wave ; And sighing winds at autumn moan Around the little stranger's grave , As though they murmured at the fate Of one so lone and desolate . In sounds that seem like Sorrow's own , Their funeral 30.
עמוד 32
... sighing autumn grievęs , And strews the hallowed spot with leaves . THE DYING BOY . Ir must be sweet in childhood to give back The spirit to its Maker , ere the heart Hath grown familiar with the paths of sin , And soon to gather up its ...
... sighing autumn grievęs , And strews the hallowed spot with leaves . THE DYING BOY . Ir must be sweet in childhood to give back The spirit to its Maker , ere the heart Hath grown familiar with the paths of sin , And soon to gather up its ...
עמוד 41
... sigh'd along the groves , Have hush'd their downy wings in soft repose ? The hovering rack of clouds forgets to move— So soft the morning when the Savior rose ! THE LILY , AN EMBLEM OF CHRISTIAN HOPE . How wither'd , faded , seems the ...
... sigh'd along the groves , Have hush'd their downy wings in soft repose ? The hovering rack of clouds forgets to move— So soft the morning when the Savior rose ! THE LILY , AN EMBLEM OF CHRISTIAN HOPE . How wither'd , faded , seems the ...
עמוד 55
... sigh'd and whisper'd , " It is not mine . " She sigh❜d till she heard the warning word , “ Shall it profit thee , when it slew thy Lord ? Earth bare the thorns that pierced his brow , Should it yield thee flowers that fade not now ...
... sigh'd and whisper'd , " It is not mine . " She sigh❜d till she heard the warning word , “ Shall it profit thee , when it slew thy Lord ? Earth bare the thorns that pierced his brow , Should it yield thee flowers that fade not now ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
amaranthine angels beams beauty beneath Bernard Barton bids bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow Caroline Fry child clouds cold dark dead death DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dust earth earthly Edmeston Emily Taylor eternal fade fair Father fear feel fire flowers gloom glorious glory glow grace grave grief harp hath heart heaven heavenly Herbert Knowles holy hope hopes and fears hour HYMN leaves light lonely Lord lyre mighty morn mortal Mother's Love mourn night o'er pale peace praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath sacred Savior scene shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sphere spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne tomb tread vale voice wakes wandering wave weep wind wings youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 207 - DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ. I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the hrute. 0 solitude! where are the charms
עמוד 274 - of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing. Ye in heaven! On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end! Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, Sure pledge of day, that
עמוד 133 - in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars in the sea When the blue ware rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset
עמוד 188 - gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye: Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. THE
עמוד 205 - the blood of goat, The flesh of rams, I will not prize ; A contrite heart, an humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice." FUNERAL HYMN. YE midnight shades, o'er nature spread! Dumb silence of the dreary hour! In honor of the approaching dead, Around your awful terrors pour. Yes, pour around On this pale ground,
עמוד 163 - roam : But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To hold my course to
עמוד 188 - vistas into heaven, Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. When night, with wings of stormy gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
עמוד 201 - men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all The
עמוד 157 - origin divine, God's glorious image—freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE ! GOD'S FIRST TEMPLES.—A
עמוד 177 - THE REV. W. MASON. TAKE, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear; Take that best gift, which Heaven so lately gave. To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care, Her faded form—she how'd to taste the wave, And died ! Does youth, does beauty read the line ? Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm ? Speak, dead