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Page 48
... tell of cheerful homes , appear Far off , and die like hope amid the glooms . A mournful wind across the landscape flies , And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs . And I , with faltering footsteps , journey on , 48 SUNDAY.
... tell of cheerful homes , appear Far off , and die like hope amid the glooms . A mournful wind across the landscape flies , And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs . And I , with faltering footsteps , journey on , 48 SUNDAY.
Page 64
... for those who had transgressed ; How far this work thy six days ' work transcends I cannot reach - no , nor the angels can ; Thy Word shall tell : He only comprehends . FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT . THERE is a calm for 64 SUNDAY.
... for those who had transgressed ; How far this work thy six days ' work transcends I cannot reach - no , nor the angels can ; Thy Word shall tell : He only comprehends . FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT . THERE is a calm for 64 SUNDAY.
Page 71
... would now , for chance , disdain , Will come when your toil is over , And pay you for all your pain . Wait - yet I do not tell you The hour you long for now Will not come with its radiance vanished , And a READINGS . 71.
... would now , for chance , disdain , Will come when your toil is over , And pay you for all your pain . Wait - yet I do not tell you The hour you long for now Will not come with its radiance vanished , And a READINGS . 71.
Page 81
... tell how oft the brave To camp ' midst rock and cave , Nerved by those words , their struggling fate have borne , Planting the cross on high above the clouds of morn ! The Alps have heard sweet hymnings for to - day- Ay , and wild ...
... tell how oft the brave To camp ' midst rock and cave , Nerved by those words , their struggling fate have borne , Planting the cross on high above the clouds of morn ! The Alps have heard sweet hymnings for to - day- Ay , and wild ...
Page 83
... Tell me if thou its place can find , Far over mount and sea ? And the wind murmur'd in reply , " The blue deep I have cross'd , And met its barks and billows high , But not what thou hast lost . " Ye clouds , that gorgeously repose ...
... Tell me if thou its place can find , Far over mount and sea ? And the wind murmur'd in reply , " The blue deep I have cross'd , And met its barks and billows high , But not what thou hast lost . " Ye clouds , that gorgeously repose ...
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Almighty art thou awful beauty beneath blessed blest breast breath breeze bright brow calm clouds dark dark wave dead death deep deep calm didst dost doth dread E'en earth earthly eternal fair faith Father fear feel flowers gaze glad gleam gloom glorious glory hath hear heart heaven heavenly Helon holy hope hope and fear hour human HYMN Joanna Baillie leper leprosy life's light lonely look Lord Lord Byron mercy midst mighty morning mortal mountain mysterious night o'er ocean pass'd path peace praise prayer rays rest rill round Saviour shade shadow shine silent Sir Robert Grant skies sleep smile soft solemn sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm strife SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY sweet tears tempest thee Thine Thou art Thou hast thoughts tomb tread Twas unto voice waves weary weep wind wings youth
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Page 144 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Page 203 - When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, that mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race ; Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed.
Page 191 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
Page 204 - Casting the body's vest aside. My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. Such was that happy Garden-state While man there walked without a mate: After a place so pure and sweet, What other help could yet be meet!
Page 4 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 214 - NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Page 132 - Leave me, O love . . ." Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust, Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light, That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Page 4 - As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
Page 218 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy...
Page 36 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.