Lyrical gleanings from various authors, Volume 112T. Barbey, 1864 - 128 pages |
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Lyrical gleanings. 41 99 22 42 46 47 On the Death of a Venerable Divine Ann Jones 50 52 54 55 57 58 59 60 61 61 63 63 65 68 70 72 ... Divine Order .. Missionary's Farewell .. ..Robert Southwell ..Dr . Bonar ..Hymns from the Land of Luther ...
Lyrical gleanings. 41 99 22 42 46 47 On the Death of a Venerable Divine Ann Jones 50 52 54 55 57 58 59 60 61 61 63 63 65 68 70 72 ... Divine Order .. Missionary's Farewell .. ..Robert Southwell ..Dr . Bonar ..Hymns from the Land of Luther ...
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... Divine Will Sonnet Restoration of Jerusalem The Soul's Forging My Wife and I ..Thomas Chatterton .... 101 .. Rev. P. Mc ' Morland ..102 ..Pope .... 103 ..Frances F. Broderip ..104 ..R , Williams Buchanan 105 Duty of Forgiveness Time ...
... Divine Will Sonnet Restoration of Jerusalem The Soul's Forging My Wife and I ..Thomas Chatterton .... 101 .. Rev. P. Mc ' Morland ..102 ..Pope .... 103 ..Frances F. Broderip ..104 ..R , Williams Buchanan 105 Duty of Forgiveness Time ...
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Lyrical gleanings. God bless thee , weeping Queen , With blessing more divine ; And fill with better love than earth's That tender heart of thine ; And when the thrones of earth shall be As low as graves brought down , A piercéd hand may ...
Lyrical gleanings. God bless thee , weeping Queen , With blessing more divine ; And fill with better love than earth's That tender heart of thine ; And when the thrones of earth shall be As low as graves brought down , A piercéd hand may ...
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... divine , Calm and unmoved by earthly care or ill- Emerging from the clouds of grief , to shine With unchanged lustre at the Almighty will ; Shedding below the beams of heavenly love , But centred ever in the realms above . ANNE BEALE ...
... divine , Calm and unmoved by earthly care or ill- Emerging from the clouds of grief , to shine With unchanged lustre at the Almighty will ; Shedding below the beams of heavenly love , But centred ever in the realms above . ANNE BEALE ...
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... divine , Reveal'd by that bland smile of thine ! Thou seest ! -alas , these eyes of mine But blindly see . Thou hearest - but in part I hear , A grosser world disturbs my ear- The hymn of Truth's melodious sphere Is heard by thee . The ...
... divine , Reveal'd by that bland smile of thine ! Thou seest ! -alas , these eyes of mine But blindly see . Thou hearest - but in part I hear , A grosser world disturbs my ear- The hymn of Truth's melodious sphere Is heard by thee . The ...
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a-breaking stones ALLOWAY KIRK angels ANNE BEALE beautiful beauty lie behold BEN JONSON beneath bird bless bosom breast breath bright brow calm CAMBRIA JONES cheer child cloud crown dark dead dear death deep divine doth e'en earth echo eternal fair farewell fear flowers FRANCIS QUArles gaze glorious glory golden grave green grief hath hear heart Heaven Heaven's gate heavenly hill holy land Land's End Lanes life's light look Lord love old songs lyre morn mountain neath night o'er peace praise prayer Prince Prince Consort Prince of Wales proud R. T. EVANSON rest Robert Southwell Rodborough save the Queen scene Selsley shadow shine sigh sing skies sleep slumber smile soothe sorrow soul spirit sweet tear thee Thomas Vaughan thou hast thought throne thrush tomb voice Wales waves weep wept wings world's good word WYKE BAYLISS youth
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Page 41 - THERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Page 42 - There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule.
Page 85 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Page 62 - The Smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Page 43 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way THE BUILDERS.
Page 85 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 86 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 98 - O'erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Revealed, and God's eternal day be thine ! The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ; But fixed his word, his saving power remains ; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own MESSIAH reigns ! LADY CLARA VERE DK VERE _ Tennyson.
Page 86 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 83 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...