Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - 609 pages |
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... Darkness • 161 167 · 160 168 · 162 • 165 • 166 170 171 172 · 175 176 " Let there be peace ! " he said , and all was calm • · Leaves have their time to fall b Let there be light PAGE 179 Labyrinth of Life 186 CONTENTS . xvii.
... Darkness • 161 167 · 160 168 · 162 • 165 • 166 170 171 172 · 175 176 " Let there be peace ! " he said , and all was calm • · Leaves have their time to fall b Let there be light PAGE 179 Labyrinth of Life 186 CONTENTS . xvii.
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... falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens : Lord , with me abide ! When other helpers fail , and comforts flee , Help of the helpless , O abide with me ! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ! Earth's joys grow dim ; its ...
... falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens : Lord , with me abide ! When other helpers fail , and comforts flee , Help of the helpless , O abide with me ! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ! Earth's joys grow dim ; its ...
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... fall from Tamar's lip , Like dewdrops from the rose - leaf dripping , When honey - bees all crowd to sip , And cannot cease their sipping . The shadowy blush that tints her cheek , For ever 20 SONGS OF THE SOUL ; A virtuous woman is a ...
... fall from Tamar's lip , Like dewdrops from the rose - leaf dripping , When honey - bees all crowd to sip , And cannot cease their sipping . The shadowy blush that tints her cheek , For ever 20 SONGS OF THE SOUL ; A virtuous woman is a ...
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... fall On me , more justly number'd with the dead . This is the desert , this the solitude : How populous , how vital , is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the sad cypress gloom ; The land of ...
... fall On me , more justly number'd with the dead . This is the desert , this the solitude : How populous , how vital , is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funereal , the sad cypress gloom ; The land of ...
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... a feather , or to drown a fly . Where falls this censure ? It o'erwhelms myself ; How was my heart incrusted by the world ! O how self - fetter'd was my grovelling soul ! How , like a worm , was I rapt round 26 SONGS OF THE SOUL ;
... a feather , or to drown a fly . Where falls this censure ? It o'erwhelms myself ; How was my heart incrusted by the world ! O how self - fetter'd was my grovelling soul ! How , like a worm , was I rapt round 26 SONGS OF THE SOUL ;
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adore angels ANON beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blossom breast breath bright brow child clouds crown dark death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair faith Father fear FELICIA HEMANS flame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES gaze gentle glorious glory God's grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN HENRY VAUGHAN HENRY W Here's love holy hope hour hymn immortal JOHN KEBLE let thy life's light live Lord MATTHEW PRIOR mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest ROBERT POLLOK round sacred Saviour shade shalt shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet swelling tears thee thine THOMAS FLATMAN thou art thoughts throne Thy name tongue unto voice wave weary WILLIAM COWPER winds wings
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Page 521 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Page 532 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 117 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Page 177 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 190 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Page 178 - 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, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 113 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Page 380 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light. Thy torch doth show the way.
Page 178 - 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.