Sacred Harmony: The Best Poetical Pieces of the Most Eminent Christian Poets and Writers of England and America |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 63
Page 9
... leaves , in the autumn of Thine ire : Faithful and true ! Thou still wilt save Thine own ! The Saints shall dwell within th ' unharming fire , Each white robe spotless , blooming every palm , Even safe as we , by this still fountain ...
... leaves , in the autumn of Thine ire : Faithful and true ! Thou still wilt save Thine own ! The Saints shall dwell within th ' unharming fire , Each white robe spotless , blooming every palm , Even safe as we , by this still fountain ...
Page 16
... leaves ; It falls upon the forest - shade , And sparkles on the leaves . So once , on Judah's evening hills , The heavenly lustre spread , The Gospel sounded from the blaze , And shepherds gazed with dread . And still that light upon ...
... leaves ; It falls upon the forest - shade , And sparkles on the leaves . So once , on Judah's evening hills , The heavenly lustre spread , The Gospel sounded from the blaze , And shepherds gazed with dread . And still that light upon ...
Page 17
... leaves ; It falls upon the forest - shade , And sparkles on the leaves . So once , on Judah's evening hills , The heavenly lustre spread , The Gospel sounded from the blaze , And shepherds gazed with dread . And still that light upon ...
... leaves ; It falls upon the forest - shade , And sparkles on the leaves . So once , on Judah's evening hills , The heavenly lustre spread , The Gospel sounded from the blaze , And shepherds gazed with dread . And still that light upon ...
Page 30
... glassy mirror eye ; Go , pierce the flood , and there descry The miracles that float between The rainy leaves of watery green ; NY . ard of the world ! sick of heart 20 SACRED HARMONY . MOIR The Unknown Grave 159 Midnight 214.
... glassy mirror eye ; Go , pierce the flood , and there descry The miracles that float between The rainy leaves of watery green ; NY . ard of the world ! sick of heart 20 SACRED HARMONY . MOIR The Unknown Grave 159 Midnight 214.
Page 36
... leaves From each approaching hand : - And thus there is a conscious nerve Within the human breast , That from the rash and careless hand Sinks and retires distress'd . The pressure rude , the touch severe , Will raise within the mind A ...
... leaves From each approaching hand : - And thus there is a conscious nerve Within the human breast , That from the rash and careless hand Sinks and retires distress'd . The pressure rude , the touch severe , Will raise within the mind A ...
Contents
1 | |
3 | |
4 | |
7 | |
9 | |
11 | |
20 | |
21 | |
124 | |
126 | |
132 | |
134 | |
144 | |
150 | |
154 | |
164 | |
172 | |
176 | |
183 | |
202 | |
204 | |
222 | |
230 | |
232 | |
236 | |
254 | |
256 | |
272 | |
278 | |
284 | |
286 | |
Other editions - View all
Sacred Harmony: The Best Poetical Pieces of the Most Eminent Christian Poets ... Charles Daly No preview available - 2017 |
Sacred Harmony: The Best Poetical Pieces of the Most Eminent Christian Poets ... Charles Daly No preview available - 2017 |
Common terms and phrases
ANON beam beauty Behold beneath bird bless bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm clouds dark dark wave death deep divine dost dream earth eternal fair fear fled flowers gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow grave green greenwood springs hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour HYMN life's light lonely Lord lyre midst morn mortal mother mountains mourn nature's night o'er peace poison'd praise prayer purple finch rapture rest rill round SACRED HARMONY shade shed shine sigh silent silver beech sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star Star of Bethlehem storm stream sweet sweet child swell tears tell tempests thee thine thou art thought throne thundering bands thy soul tomb trees trembling vale vengeance rise voice waves weep wild winds wings youth
Popular passages
Page 47 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they...
Page 112 - God! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill. With all the waters of the firmament. The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages ; when, at thy call.
Page 110 - But thou art here — thou fill'st The solitude. Thou art in the soft winds That run along the summit of these trees In music ; thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt — the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee.
Page 9 - Deep horror then my vitals froze, death-struck, -I ceased the tide to stem; when suddenly a star arose — it was the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 256 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given — For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Page 109 - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Page 19 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 16 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Page 256 - And as if strength were given him of God, He rose up calmly and composed the pall Firmly and decently, — and left him there, As if his rest had been a breathing sleep.
Page 6 - THERE is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night ; There is an ear that never shuts, When sink the beams of light. 2 There is an arm that never tires, When human strength gives way ; There is a love that never fails, When earthly loves decay.