Golden gleanings, a selection from the poets devotional and moral1863 |
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... head , to ease an aching breast , And , looking up , behold the Stars are lit ; And there's another in the realms of Rest . Rest , happy soul , in thy salvation deep ; The top of life , and endless day for thee ; While in the valley ...
... head , to ease an aching breast , And , looking up , behold the Stars are lit ; And there's another in the realms of Rest . Rest , happy soul , in thy salvation deep ; The top of life , and endless day for thee ; While in the valley ...
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... roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied Excelsior ! " O stay , " the maiden said , " and rest Thy weary head upon this breast ! " Excelsior . A tear stood in his bright blue eye 16 H. Wadsworth Longfellow .
... roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied Excelsior ! " O stay , " the maiden said , " and rest Thy weary head upon this breast ! " Excelsior . A tear stood in his bright blue eye 16 H. Wadsworth Longfellow .
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... head . Learn of me , thus cries the Saviour , If my kingdom you'd inherit ; Sinner , quit your proud behaviour , Learn my meek and lowly spirit . Come , ye servants , see your station , Freed from all reproach and shame ; He who ...
... head . Learn of me , thus cries the Saviour , If my kingdom you'd inherit ; Sinner , quit your proud behaviour , Learn my meek and lowly spirit . Come , ye servants , see your station , Freed from all reproach and shame ; He who ...
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... head And aching heart beneath the soil , To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil . For misery stole me at my birth , And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; -O my mother Earth ! Take home thy Child . On thy dear lap ...
... head And aching heart beneath the soil , To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil . For misery stole me at my birth , And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; -O my mother Earth ! Take home thy Child . On thy dear lap ...
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... , In Thee may we have peace . When flames these elements destroy , And worlds in judgment stand , May we lift up our heads with joy , And meet at Thy right hand . Elegy . 47 James Beattie . ELEGY . TIRED with 46 James Montgomery .
... , In Thee may we have peace . When flames these elements destroy , And worlds in judgment stand , May we lift up our heads with joy , And meet at Thy right hand . Elegy . 47 James Beattie . ELEGY . TIRED with 46 James Montgomery .
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Page 114 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Page 79 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
Page 39 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 50 - 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 reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Page 121 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Page 75 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Page 77 - The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 7 - Try not the Pass !" the old man said ; ' ' Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Page 85 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
Page 73 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade...