Christian consolation; The way home; and Conjugal love1860 |
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... soul's best part for ever to the grave ? How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues - then unheeded things , Through rows of warriors , and through walks of kings ...
... soul's best part for ever to the grave ? How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues - then unheeded things , Through rows of warriors , and through walks of kings ...
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... awaiting us , that the soul is now young and infantine , springing up into a more perfect life when the body falls into dust . - SYDNEY SMITH . Oh ! deep , enchanting prelude to repose , The REFLECTIONS UFON LIFE'S CLOSE . 11.
... awaiting us , that the soul is now young and infantine , springing up into a more perfect life when the body falls into dust . - SYDNEY SMITH . Oh ! deep , enchanting prelude to repose , The REFLECTIONS UFON LIFE'S CLOSE . 11.
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... soul to soul and dust to dust return , Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour , Oh ! then , thy kingdom comes , Immortal Power ! What ! though each spark of earthborn rapture fly The quivering lip , pale cheek , and closing eye ...
... soul to soul and dust to dust return , Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour , Oh ! then , thy kingdom comes , Immortal Power ! What ! though each spark of earthborn rapture fly The quivering lip , pale cheek , and closing eye ...
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... soul Is passing now . Stranger ! however great , With holy reverence bow ; There's one in that poor One on that paltry bed , Greater than thou . shed- Beneath that broken roof , Lo ! Death doth keep REFLECTIONS UPON LIFE'S CLOSE . 13.
... soul Is passing now . Stranger ! however great , With holy reverence bow ; There's one in that poor One on that paltry bed , Greater than thou . shed- Beneath that broken roof , Lo ! Death doth keep REFLECTIONS UPON LIFE'S CLOSE . 13.
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... Oh ! change - stupendous change ! There lies the soul - less clod ; The sun eternal breaks- The new immortal wakes- Wakes with his God . CAROLINE SOUTHEY . * them those There is something most affecting in the 14 CHRISTIAN CONSOLATION .
... Oh ! change - stupendous change ! There lies the soul - less clod ; The sun eternal breaks- The new immortal wakes- Wakes with his God . CAROLINE SOUTHEY . * them those There is something most affecting in the 14 CHRISTIAN CONSOLATION .
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affections angels ARCHDEACON HARE art thou awful beauty behold Blackwood's Magazine bless bliss breast breath bright calm charm children of men Christian cloud conjugal love DÆMON dark dead death deep Divine doth dream E'en earth earthly eternal evil faith feel flowers fond gentle give glory grief hand happiness harmony hast hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour human immortal JEREMY TAYLOR JUSTINA life's light lips live lonely LONGFELLOW look Lord LOVE ETERNAL man's marriage mind moral MOTHERWELL nature ne'er never night o'er outward pain passion peace perfect pleasure prayer pure repose rest round S. T. COLERIDGE seraph shine sigh silent silent force smile soft sorrow soul spirit stars sweet SYDNEY SMITH tears tenderness thee thine things thou art thought truth virtue voice wandering weep wisdom woman words worlds unknown
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Стр. 19 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Стр. 124 - And though the Lord give you the bread of adversity, and the water of affliction, yet shall not thy teachers be removed into a corner any more, but thine eyes shall see thy teachers: 21 And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.
Стр. 196 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 266 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 280 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Стр. 87 - The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold : Hear him, ye deaf, and all ye blind, — behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day...
Стр. 16 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Стр. 59 - God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow.
Стр. 17 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Стр. 114 - Love, now an universal birth, From heart to heart is stealing, From earth to man, from man to earth, — It is the hour of feeling.