Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... tears were done , - The Father had pray'd o'er his only Son ! LITERARY GAZETTE . THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . THE stately homes of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land . The deer ...
... tears were done , - The Father had pray'd o'er his only Son ! LITERARY GAZETTE . THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . THE stately homes of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land . The deer ...
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... , By the rapid rein - deer cross'd ; Where tapering grows the gloomy fir , And the stunted juniper ; Where the wild hare and the crow Whiten in surrounding snow ; Where the shivering huntsmen tear Their fur coats from the 10 The Laplander.
... , By the rapid rein - deer cross'd ; Where tapering grows the gloomy fir , And the stunted juniper ; Where the wild hare and the crow Whiten in surrounding snow ; Where the shivering huntsmen tear Their fur coats from the 10 The Laplander.
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Choice descriptive poetry. Where the shivering huntsmen tear Their fur coats from the grim white bear ; Where the wolf and northern fox Prowl among the lonely rocks ; And tardy suns to desert drear , Give days and nights for half a year ...
Choice descriptive poetry. Where the shivering huntsmen tear Their fur coats from the grim white bear ; Where the wolf and northern fox Prowl among the lonely rocks ; And tardy suns to desert drear , Give days and nights for half a year ...
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... tear is wip'd away ; Now their praise shall cease no more ; God is with them night and day . While eternity endures , While the Self - Existent lives , He their perfect bliss secures , Everlasting glory gives . T. CHALLIS . HOME . THERE ...
... tear is wip'd away ; Now their praise shall cease no more ; God is with them night and day . While eternity endures , While the Self - Existent lives , He their perfect bliss secures , Everlasting glory gives . T. CHALLIS . HOME . THERE ...
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... day's long course is run . Where is He ? Ask the stars that keep Their nightly watch on high . Where is He ? Ask the pearly dews The tear drops of the sky . Where is He ? Ask the secret founts That feed c 2 15 Where is God? Funeral.
... day's long course is run . Where is He ? Ask the stars that keep Their nightly watch on high . Where is He ? Ask the pearly dews The tear drops of the sky . Where is He ? Ask the secret founts That feed c 2 15 Where is God? Funeral.
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angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
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Page 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Page 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.