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... trees rise , And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or midst the green islands of glittering seas , Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze , And strange , bright birds , on their starry wings , Bear the rich hues of all glorious ...
... trees rise , And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or midst the green islands of glittering seas , Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze , And strange , bright birds , on their starry wings , Bear the rich hues of all glorious ...
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... tree , And Salem's shrines were lighted To other gods than thee . Then sank the star of Solyma ; Then passed her glory's day : Like heath that in the wilderness The wild wind whirls away . Silent and waste her bowers Where once the ...
... tree , And Salem's shrines were lighted To other gods than thee . Then sank the star of Solyma ; Then passed her glory's day : Like heath that in the wilderness The wild wind whirls away . Silent and waste her bowers Where once the ...
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... of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land . The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny The Homes of England The Christian Pauper's Death-bed 56.
... of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land . The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny The Homes of England The Christian Pauper's Death-bed 56.
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... tree's shade , Where heaves the turf , in many a mouldering heap ; Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The breezy call of incense - breathing morn , The swallow twittering from the straw ...
... tree's shade , Where heaves the turf , in many a mouldering heap ; Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The breezy call of incense - breathing morn , The swallow twittering from the straw ...
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... tree and the cedar tree , Without a flower at all . God might have made enough - enough For every want of ours , For luxury , medicine , and toil , And yet have made no flowers . The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews ...
... tree and the cedar tree , Without a flower at all . God might have made enough - enough For every want of ours , For luxury , medicine , and toil , And yet have made no flowers . The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews ...
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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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Стр. 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Стр. 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.