Scenes and Hymns of Life,: With Other Religious PoemsWilliam Blackwood, 1834 - 247 pages |
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... sleep , or mirth , or joy ! I am no more disconsolate . Scene in a Prison . EDITH alone . WILSON . Edith . Morn once again ! Morn in the lone dim cell , The cavern of the prisoner's fever dream , And morn on all the green rejoicing ...
... sleep , or mirth , or joy ! I am no more disconsolate . Scene in a Prison . EDITH alone . WILSON . Edith . Morn once again ! Morn in the lone dim cell , The cavern of the prisoner's fever dream , And morn on all the green rejoicing ...
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... sleeping on a couch . Her Mother watching beside her . Her Sister enters with flowers . Mother . Hush , lightly tread ! still tranquilly she sleeps , As , when a babe , I rock'd her on my heart . I've watch'd , suspending e'en my breath ...
... sleeping on a couch . Her Mother watching beside her . Her Sister enters with flowers . Mother . Hush , lightly tread ! still tranquilly she sleeps , As , when a babe , I rock'd her on my heart . I've watch'd , suspending e'en my breath ...
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... . And this rich bough Of honey'd woodbine , tells me of the oak Whose deep midsummer gloom sleeps heavily , Shedding a verdurous twilight o'er the face Of the glade's pool . Methinks I see it now IN A ROOM OF SICKNESS . 23.
... . And this rich bough Of honey'd woodbine , tells me of the oak Whose deep midsummer gloom sleeps heavily , Shedding a verdurous twilight o'er the face Of the glade's pool . Methinks I see it now IN A ROOM OF SICKNESS . 23.
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... sleep Will come again . Jessy . What wouldst thou hear ? Th ' Italian Peasant's Lay , Which makes the desolate Campagna ring With " Roma , Roma ? " or the Madrigal Warbled on moonlight seas of Sicily ? Or the old ditty left by ...
... sleep Will come again . Jessy . What wouldst thou hear ? Th ' Italian Peasant's Lay , Which makes the desolate Campagna ring With " Roma , Roma ? " or the Madrigal Warbled on moonlight seas of Sicily ? Or the old ditty left by ...
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... sleep , Hang soft eyes of fondness deep , Where his mother bends to pray , For the loved and far away.— Father ! guard that household bower , Hear that prayer ! Back , through thine all - guiding power , Lead me there ! Darker , wilder ...
... sleep , Hang soft eyes of fondness deep , Where his mother bends to pray , For the loved and far away.— Father ! guard that household bower , Hear that prayer ! Back , through thine all - guiding power , Lead me there ! Darker , wilder ...
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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.