Golden gleanings, a selection from the poets devotional and moral1863 |
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... sweet babes had lain ; For ever sacred kept Home's secret nest Of purest pleasure and of proudest pain . His life , cut down , smells sweet as hay new mown ; In England's heart we find our throne for him ; His memory shall add to ...
... sweet babes had lain ; For ever sacred kept Home's secret nest Of purest pleasure and of proudest pain . His life , cut down , smells sweet as hay new mown ; In England's heart we find our throne for him ; His memory shall add to ...
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... sweet and serious air ; I know his heart is kind and fond , I know he loveth me , But loveth yet his mother more with grateful fervency . But that which others most admire is the thought which fills his mind , The food for grave ...
... sweet and serious air ; I know his heart is kind and fond , I know he loveth me , But loveth yet his mother more with grateful fervency . But that which others most admire is the thought which fills his mind , The food for grave ...
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... sweet , and solemn then are the words which he will say . Oh , should my gentle child be spared to manhood's years , like me , A holier and a wiser man , I trust , that he will be ; And when I look into his eyes , and stroke his thought ...
... sweet , and solemn then are the words which he will say . Oh , should my gentle child be spared to manhood's years , like me , A holier and a wiser man , I trust , that he will be ; And when I look into his eyes , and stroke his thought ...
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... sweet a home for heavenly grace as now for earthly love : And if , beside his grave , the tears our aching eyes must dim , God comfort us for all the love which we shall lose in him . I have a son , a third sweet son ; his age I cannot ...
... sweet a home for heavenly grace as now for earthly love : And if , beside his grave , the tears our aching eyes must dim , God comfort us for all the love which we shall lose in him . I have a son , a third sweet son ; his age I cannot ...
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... sweet , Within the wide expanse of earth , As love and learning's joint retreat- The English pastor's home and hearth . The dear constraint of household ties , The daily kiss of wife and child , The love which gushes to the eyes From ...
... sweet , Within the wide expanse of earth , As love and learning's joint retreat- The English pastor's home and hearth . The dear constraint of household ties , The daily kiss of wife and child , The love which gushes to the eyes From ...
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Absalom adore Albert's Tomb Almighty angels Anna Letitia Barbauld Art thou beams beauty behold Belshazzar beneath bless bless'd blest bliss breast breath bright Bring flowers brow burst of joy cease Charles Kingsley child CHRISTMAS CAROL clouds cold creature dark dead death DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB dost doth dread dream dust earth eternal eyes fair Father feel flame Gerald Massey glorious glory God's grace grave hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN immortal light live look Lord mercy mighty morning ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY peace praise prayer rapture rest rise round sacred seraphs shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars sweet tears thee thine thou art thought throne toil trembling voice wake waves weep wild winds wing youth
Popular passages
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...