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Almighty art thou awful beauty beneath blessed blest breast breath bright brow calm child 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 green 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 mortal mountain mysterious night o'er ocean pale 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
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 191 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...