An Excursion Among the PoetsH. C. Foster J.C. Foster, 1853 - 360 páginas |
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... feel that ev'n if our own tear Were wiped away for ever , no true cheer Could to our yearning bosoms be secured While we believed that sorrow clung uncured To any being we on earth held dear . Oh , much doth life the sweet solution want ...
... feel that ev'n if our own tear Were wiped away for ever , no true cheer Could to our yearning bosoms be secured While we believed that sorrow clung uncured To any being we on earth held dear . Oh , much doth life the sweet solution want ...
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... feel Thou canst not be Spectator or upholder of distress , So long , indeed , as it is objectless . No ! it Thou look'st on sorrow , ' tis to see Its benefit and end . If before Thee One hopeless ill could spread the smallest shroud ...
... feel Thou canst not be Spectator or upholder of distress , So long , indeed , as it is objectless . No ! it Thou look'st on sorrow , ' tis to see Its benefit and end . If before Thee One hopeless ill could spread the smallest shroud ...
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... feels the human moulded from divine ? What wars of being call for aid benign , And dear indulgence ? What sad fears to quell , Which make Thee Thee ! Creator of a hell Forged by our sinful selves when fears condign Have blotted out Thy ...
... feels the human moulded from divine ? What wars of being call for aid benign , And dear indulgence ? What sad fears to quell , Which make Thee Thee ! Creator of a hell Forged by our sinful selves when fears condign Have blotted out Thy ...
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... in the next world , blame the Judge of this , Biting the hand which we pretend to kiss . No ; for we feel that we are beings free 26 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND . The Hope of an Hereafter, Mount Hope, The Inner Law, Charity,
... in the next world , blame the Judge of this , Biting the hand which we pretend to kiss . No ; for we feel that we are beings free 26 CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND . The Hope of an Hereafter, Mount Hope, The Inner Law, Charity,
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H. C. Foster. No ; for we feel that we are beings free , Not fettered by weak love , nor tyranny ; Nor can we say that ... feel this , deep , deep within , If from naught else , Thou , Saviour , sav'st from sin ! VIII . " And his soul was ...
H. C. Foster. No ; for we feel that we are beings free , Not fettered by weak love , nor tyranny ; Nor can we say that ... feel this , deep , deep within , If from naught else , Thou , Saviour , sav'st from sin ! VIII . " And his soul was ...
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ABOU BEN ADHEM Alphonse De Lamartine angel art thou beauty behold beneath Bernard Barton bless blest bliss bosom breast breath bright canst cheer child Christ clouds dark dead dear death deep divine doth doubt dread dream dust E'en earth earthly eternal eyes fair faith Father Father divine fear feel flowers glad gloom glorious glory God's grace grave grief happy Hartley Coleridge harvest ended hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope Horace Smith human immortal John Sterling life's light live Lord mercy mind morning mortal nature Nature's never night o'er old minster pain peace perish praise prayer Psalm rest Ring Saviour seraphs shine silent sing skies smile sorrow soul soul's spirit stars sweet taught tears thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love trembling trust truth unto voice wandering weary weep wilt wings wisdom word
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Página 79 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Página 116 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Página 170 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Página 257 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Página 199 - Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without be rich no more : So shalt thou feed...
Página 330 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Página 77 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Página 84 - I have seen A curious Child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped Shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, — sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the Monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native Sea.
Página 87 - And joy its own security. And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide...
Página 90 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?