Lyrical gleanings from various authors, Volume 112T. Barbey, 1864 - 128 pages |
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... painful steps the soul from earth to God . Mourn , Soldier , thou hast lost a faithful friend , Thy health , thy comfort , were his constant care , He taught thee how to save , and what to spend , On thy sick bed he breathed a purer air ...
... painful steps the soul from earth to God . Mourn , Soldier , thou hast lost a faithful friend , Thy health , thy comfort , were his constant care , He taught thee how to save , and what to spend , On thy sick bed he breathed a purer air ...
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... pain : — They were equal then , for no cry could save Those who bound , or who wore , the chain ; And the robber - white found a common grave With him of the negro - stain . The pest - ship slept on her ocean bed , As still as any wreck ...
... pain : — They were equal then , for no cry could save Those who bound , or who wore , the chain ; And the robber - white found a common grave With him of the negro - stain . The pest - ship slept on her ocean bed , As still as any wreck ...
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... pain , and want , and woe , With wounds that only death could heal , Tortures - the poor alone can know , The proud alone can feel ; He kept his honesty and truth , His independent tongue and pen , And mov'd , in manhood and in youth ...
... pain , and want , and woe , With wounds that only death could heal , Tortures - the poor alone can know , The proud alone can feel ; He kept his honesty and truth , His independent tongue and pen , And mov'd , in manhood and in youth ...
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... Pain - and Sin - and Sorrow - all passed by ! " Of Toil and Poverty , and dread Temptation : " Of fierce tempestuous waves and darkening sky ! " THIS FOR THE LIVING ! This each every morrow " Who then shall mourn for those who find ...
... Pain - and Sin - and Sorrow - all passed by ! " Of Toil and Poverty , and dread Temptation : " Of fierce tempestuous waves and darkening sky ! " THIS FOR THE LIVING ! This each every morrow " Who then shall mourn for those who find ...
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... pain , And oft but weep when tears are vain ; We leave ( in secret ) that undone , Which , if accomplished , would have wop Us self - approval - better far Than ever man's short plaudits are- The brief award , Which lasts but for , at ...
... pain , And oft but weep when tears are vain ; We leave ( in secret ) that undone , Which , if accomplished , would have wop Us self - approval - better far Than ever man's short plaudits are- The brief award , Which lasts but for , at ...
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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...