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... Heaven and Earth , Missionary Hymn , The Rainbow , The Worm , Epitaph on Mrs. Mary Mason , The Parish Priest , * On the Sabbath , † The Widow , Page . Byron . 154 Montgomery . 155 Bryant . 157 Caroline Fry . 161 Moore . 163 Peabody ...
... Heaven and Earth , Missionary Hymn , The Rainbow , The Worm , Epitaph on Mrs. Mary Mason , The Parish Priest , * On the Sabbath , † The Widow , Page . Byron . 154 Montgomery . 155 Bryant . 157 Caroline Fry . 161 Moore . 163 Peabody ...
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... heaven ? and is there love , And Rachel lies in Ephrath's land , A Parish Priest was of the pilgrim train , As the good shepherd leads his sheep , At the close of the day , when the hamlet is still , Ay , there ye shine , and there have ...
... heaven ? and is there love , And Rachel lies in Ephrath's land , A Parish Priest was of the pilgrim train , As the good shepherd leads his sheep , At the close of the day , when the hamlet is still , Ay , there ye shine , and there have ...
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... heaven , When the radiant morn of creation broke , When thou art in thy chamber , and thy knee , Where can I go from Thee ! · Where shall the child of sorrow find , Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne ? Whoe'er , like me ...
... heaven , When the radiant morn of creation broke , When thou art in thy chamber , and thy knee , Where can I go from Thee ! · Where shall the child of sorrow find , Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne ? Whoe'er , like me ...
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... heaven : Let none from that salvation fall , So freely given ! But , as thy sacred records long foretold , Be the wide - peopled earth " one happy fold . ” CHRISTMAS HYMN . No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth ; But , on their thrones ...
... heaven : Let none from that salvation fall , So freely given ! But , as thy sacred records long foretold , Be the wide - peopled earth " one happy fold . ” CHRISTMAS HYMN . No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth ; But , on their thrones ...
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... heaven ? In meadows fanned by heaven's life - breathing wind , In the resplendence of that glorious sphere , And larger movements of the unfettered mind , Wilt thou 19 The Future Life, Bryant.
... heaven ? In meadows fanned by heaven's life - breathing wind , In the resplendence of that glorious sphere , And larger movements of the unfettered mind , Wilt thou 19 The Future Life, Bryant.
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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
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Page 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
Page 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
Page 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
Page 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
Page 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,
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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
Page 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