Lyrical gleanings from various authors, Volume 112T. Barbey, 1864 - 128 pages |
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... did enclose this light for His : That , as each beast his manger knows , Man might not of his fodder miss . Christ hath took in this piece of ground , And made a garden there for those Who want herbs 6 Lyrical Gleanings .
... did enclose this light for His : That , as each beast his manger knows , Man might not of his fodder miss . Christ hath took in this piece of ground , And made a garden there for those Who want herbs 6 Lyrical Gleanings .
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... hath wrought ! Through Albion's ocean isles , In near and distant lands , * Note - On the banks of the Severn ( at Gloucester , ) the first Sabbath School was established . Where'er the Christian sabbath smiles , The sabbath school - 8 ...
... hath wrought ! Through Albion's ocean isles , In near and distant lands , * Note - On the banks of the Severn ( at Gloucester , ) the first Sabbath School was established . Where'er the Christian sabbath smiles , The sabbath school - 8 ...
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... hath heard his song , nor knelt Before its spell with willing knee , And listened , and believed , and felt The poet's mastery . O'er the mind's sea , in calm and storm , O'er the heart's sunshine and its showers , O'er passion's ...
... hath heard his song , nor knelt Before its spell with willing knee , And listened , and believed , and felt The poet's mastery . O'er the mind's sea , in calm and storm , O'er the heart's sunshine and its showers , O'er passion's ...
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... hath a peasant , Be spoken so pure as the gush of her springs ; Our costumes so simple , our customs so pleasant , Be kept while a patriot to Fatherland clings . OWEN M. DAVIES ( EOS AFAN . ) The Grave of my Friend , ES , Summer was ...
... hath a peasant , Be spoken so pure as the gush of her springs ; Our costumes so simple , our customs so pleasant , Be kept while a patriot to Fatherland clings . OWEN M. DAVIES ( EOS AFAN . ) The Grave of my Friend , ES , Summer was ...
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... Hath far more end's than one . stand A man may On the bluff rocks that stretch from SENNEN Church , And watch the rude Atlantic hurling in The mighty billows : -thus his land may end . Another lies with gasping breath , and sees The ...
... Hath far more end's than one . stand A man may On the bluff rocks that stretch from SENNEN Church , And watch the rude Atlantic hurling in The mighty billows : -thus his land may end . Another lies with gasping breath , and sees 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...