Scenes and Hymns of Life,: With Other Religious PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1834 - 247 pages |
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... awful ! Shall the soul , Human and rational , report of Thee Even less than these ? " WORDSWORTH . WILLIAM BLACKWOOD , EDINBURGH ; AND T. CADELL , LONDON . MDCCCXXXIV . 142 . HI EDINBURGH : PETER BROWN , PRINTER , LADY STAIR'S.
... awful ! Shall the soul , Human and rational , report of Thee Even less than these ? " WORDSWORTH . WILLIAM BLACKWOOD , EDINBURGH ; AND T. CADELL , LONDON . MDCCCXXXIV . 142 . HI EDINBURGH : PETER BROWN , PRINTER , LADY STAIR'S.
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... awful way to victory , Wildly they call'd thee back ! And weeping eyes of love Unto thy heart's deep core , Pierc'd thro ' the folds of death's mysterious veil- Sufferer ! thou Son of Man ! Mother - tears were mingled With thy costly ...
... awful way to victory , Wildly they call'd thee back ! And weeping eyes of love Unto thy heart's deep core , Pierc'd thro ' the folds of death's mysterious veil- Sufferer ! thou Son of Man ! Mother - tears were mingled With thy costly ...
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... awful ear , Unless the heart be there , Winging the words of prayer , With its own fervent faith or suppliant fear . Let , then , thy spirit brood Over the multitude-- Be thou amidst them through that heavenly Guest ! So shall their cry ...
... awful ear , Unless the heart be there , Winging the words of prayer , With its own fervent faith or suppliant fear . Let , then , thy spirit brood Over the multitude-- Be thou amidst them through that heavenly Guest ! So shall their cry ...
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... awful influence must pervade These depths of trembling shade ! Yes , lightly , softly move ! There is a power , a presence in the woods ; A viewless being , that , with life and love , Informs the reverential solitudes : The rich air ...
... awful influence must pervade These depths of trembling shade ! Yes , lightly , softly move ! There is a power , a presence in the woods ; A viewless being , that , with life and love , Informs the reverential solitudes : The rich air ...
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... awful sweetness of that tone With no faint thrill or self - accusing start , But a deep joy the heavenly guest to own- Joy , such as dwelt in Eden's glorious bowers Ere sin had dimm'd the flowers . Let me not know the change O'er nature ...
... awful sweetness of that tone With no faint thrill or self - accusing start , But a deep joy the heavenly guest to own- Joy , such as dwelt in Eden's glorious bowers Ere sin had dimm'd the flowers . Let me not know the change O'er nature ...
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angel eyes art thou beauty beneath Blanche bless thee blest bosom bow'd breast breath bright brooding brow burning calm child cloud D'Aubigné dark dead dear dear Jessy death deep didst divine doth dread dreams E'en earth Edith Enonio eyes faint faith Father Father divine fear FELICIA HEMANS flowers fond forest gentle gleaming glorious glory Gomez harp hath hear heart Heaven heavenly Herbert Herrmann holy hope hour human HYMN immortal LADY STAIR'S CLOSE Leonardo da Vinci light lone lowly lyre meek midst mighty Mother mountain ne'er night o'er once pale prayer pure quivering rich RIZPAH round SACRED HARP Saviour's scene shade shadow shower shrine silent sing sleep soft solemn song soul sound spirit stars strain stream sweet swift wind tears tender thine thou hast thoughts thrilling tone trembling unto thee voice wandering waves whisper wild wind wings woods words
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Page 199 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Page 179 - Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her.
Page 99 - Thou ! 3. By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod — From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away, Aid us...
Page 100 - By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod ; From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away : Aid us, O God. 4 Tremblers beside the grave, We call on Thee to save, Father divine ! Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Keep us, in life and death, Thine, only Thine.
Page 115 - God ! Thou hast made thy children mighty, By the touch of the mountain sod. Thou hast fix'd our ark of refuge, Where the spoiler's foot ne'er trod; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers' God ! We are watchers of a beacon Whose light must never die ; We are guardians of an altar 'Midst the silence of the sky : The rocks yield founts of courage, Struck forth as by thy rod; For the strength of the hills we bless thee. Our God, our fathers
Page 212 - A seed not lost; — for which, in darker years, O Book of Heaven ! I pour, with grateful tears, Heart blessings on the holy dead and thee ! III.
Page 16 - Looked through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony : The Lord of all, above, beneath, Was bowed with sorrow unto death. The sun set in a fearful hour : The stars might well grow dim, When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow Him ! That He, Who gave man's breath, might know The very depths of human woe.
Page 155 - Clasp me a little longer, on the brink Of fate ! while I can feel thy dear caress ; And, when this heart hath ceased to beat — oh! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just Oh ! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs — when I am laid in dust ! xxx.
Page 146 - I bless thy name, That thou hast mantled the green earth with flowers, Linking our hearts to nature ! By the love Of their wild blossoms, our young footsteps first Into her deep recesses are beguiled...
Page 18 - It passed not, though to Him the grave Had yielded up its dead ! But there was sent Him from on high A gift of strength for man to die.