Poetic Prism, Or, Original and Reflected Rays from Modern Verse Sacred and SeriousRobert Northmore Greville |
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... So shall we find the streams of heaven , To him who seeks are freely given ; The morning and the evening dew , Shall still our failing strength renew . B THE ENGLISH BURYING - GROUND AT ROME . " SOLACE POETIC PRISM . 25.
... So shall we find the streams of heaven , To him who seeks are freely given ; The morning and the evening dew , Shall still our failing strength renew . B THE ENGLISH BURYING - GROUND AT ROME . " SOLACE POETIC PRISM . 25.
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... stream of Grace doth largely flow . Yes ; as in humble prayer he bends , Or swells the note of praise , Strong Faith her buoyant pinions lends His joyous soul to raise ; And for awhile his spirit's beaming eye Seemeth to pierce POETIC ...
... stream of Grace doth largely flow . Yes ; as in humble prayer he bends , Or swells the note of praise , Strong Faith her buoyant pinions lends His joyous soul to raise ; And for awhile his spirit's beaming eye Seemeth to pierce POETIC ...
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... stream , The murmuring lip , the sobbing strife , The broken plea for Lily's life , Blent with the infant's dream . So Lily lived ! but not where time Is measured out by woes ; Not where cold winter chills the clime , Or canker eats the ...
... stream , The murmuring lip , the sobbing strife , The broken plea for Lily's life , Blent with the infant's dream . So Lily lived ! but not where time Is measured out by woes ; Not where cold winter chills the clime , Or canker eats the ...
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... streams of joy for ever flow . He points to One who condescended To be on earth the sinner's friend- To Him who , though to Heaven ascended , Will love his own unto the end . Then welcome pain , and welcome sadness , If God appoint it ...
... streams of joy for ever flow . He points to One who condescended To be on earth the sinner's friend- To Him who , though to Heaven ascended , Will love his own unto the end . Then welcome pain , and welcome sadness , If God appoint it ...
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... stream of life . Our Father's House ! The thought is blest , No griefs the blessed share ; There cannot be a lonely breast , A wounded spirit there ! Our Father's House ! Ah ! who may tell What glory lies in store , How high the tides ...
... stream of life . Our Father's House ! The thought is blest , No griefs the blessed share ; There cannot be a lonely breast , A wounded spirit there ! Our Father's House ! Ah ! who may tell What glory lies in store , How high the tides ...
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banner of Heaven beam beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow child Christ clouds crown dark dead dear death deep divine doth dwell E'en earth earthly ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal faint fair faith Father fear feel flowers FRANCES BROWN friends gaze glorious glory glow grace grief H. F. LYTE hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Jesus Jesus wept life's light live look Lord mercy morn mother mourn N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath night o'er pain pass'd path peace praise pray prayer rest Saviour seek shine sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream strong to save sweet tears tears in Heaven thee thine things THOMAS DALE thou art thou hast thought throne tomb Twas unto voice weary weep wept wild word
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Page 20 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Page 395 - BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the Heaven...
Page 183 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 236 - IT is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying ; It is a place where happy saints may weep amid their praying ; Yet let the grief and humbleness as low as silence languish : Earth surely now may give her calm to whom she gave her anguish.
Page 107 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Page 26 - TREAD softly! bow the head — In reverent silence bow ! No passing bell doth toll; Yet an immortal soul Is passing now. Stranger, however great, With lowly reverence bow! There's one in that poor shed — One by that paltry bed — Greater than thou.
Page 107 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 254 - UP to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And he accepts the punctual hymn Sung as the light of day grows dim. Nor will he turn his ear aside From holy offerings at noontide. Then here reposing let us raise A song of gratitude and praise.
Page 183 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...