Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... sabbaths must their course forget ; And all below the skies must fade : There is an endless sabbath day That knows no eve , knows no decline ; Where Christ shall his bright beams display , And all his splendid glories shine . There is ...
... sabbaths must their course forget ; And all below the skies must fade : There is an endless sabbath day That knows no eve , knows no decline ; Where Christ shall his bright beams display , And all his splendid glories shine . There is ...
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Choice descriptive poetry. SABBATH EVENING . Is there a time when moments flow More peacefully than all beside ? It is of all the times below , A sabbath eve in summer's tide . Oh ! then the setting sun smiles fair ; And all below and ...
Choice descriptive poetry. SABBATH EVENING . Is there a time when moments flow More peacefully than all beside ? It is of all the times below , A sabbath eve in summer's tide . Oh ! then the setting sun smiles fair ; And all below and ...
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... Sabbath never dies . EDMESTON . A DIRGE . " EARTH to earth , and dust to dust ! " Here the evil and the just , Here the youthful and the old , Here the fearful and the bold , Here the matron and the maid , In one silent bed are laid ...
... Sabbath never dies . EDMESTON . A DIRGE . " EARTH to earth , and dust to dust ! " Here the evil and the just , Here the youthful and the old , Here the fearful and the bold , Here the matron and the maid , In one silent bed are laid ...
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... SABBATH . THE sabbath's dawn , how still it is , The wearied cattle rest , And man , with all his thousand cares , With heaven - born peace is blest . No sound of toil breaks on the ear , The six days ' turmoil o'er , The seventh comes ...
... SABBATH . THE sabbath's dawn , how still it is , The wearied cattle rest , And man , with all his thousand cares , With heaven - born peace is blest . No sound of toil breaks on the ear , The six days ' turmoil o'er , The seventh comes ...
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... SABBATH . YES ! Salem ! thou shalt rise : thy Father's aid Shall heal the wound his chastening hand has made ; Shall judge the proud oppressor's ruthless sway , And burst his brazen bonds , and cast his cords away . Then on your tops ...
... SABBATH . YES ! Salem ! thou shalt rise : thy Father's aid Shall heal the wound his chastening hand has made ; Shall judge the proud oppressor's ruthless sway , And burst his brazen bonds , and cast his cords away . Then on your tops ...
Common terms and phrases
angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
Popular passages
Page 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Page 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Page 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.