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When day, with farewell heam delays, Among th' op'ning clouds of even, And we
can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven ; Those hues that
mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. When night, with wings
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When day, with farewell heam delays, Among th' op'ning clouds of even, And we
can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven ; Those hues that
mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. When night, with wings
...
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Safe on thy hanks again 1 stray The trance of poesy is o'er, And I am here at
dawn of day, Gazing on mountains as hefore ; Where all the strange mutations
wrought Were magic feats of my own mind ; For in that fairy land of thought, Can
there ...
Safe on thy hanks again 1 stray The trance of poesy is o'er, And I am here at
dawn of day, Gazing on mountains as hefore ; Where all the strange mutations
wrought Were magic feats of my own mind ; For in that fairy land of thought, Can
there ...
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Ye fair trees, How are ye changed, and changing while I gaze! It seems as if
some gleam of verdant tight Fell on you from a rainhow ; hut it lives Amid your
tendrils, hrightening every hour Into a deeper radiance. Ye sweet hirds Were you
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Ye fair trees, How are ye changed, and changing while I gaze! It seems as if
some gleam of verdant tight Fell on you from a rainhow ; hut it lives Amid your
tendrils, hrightening every hour Into a deeper radiance. Ye sweet hirds Were you
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Or why should I gaze with such pensive delight On thy fair,— hut insensihle face
? What gentle enchantment possesses thy heam, Beyond the warm sunshine of
day ? Thy hosom is cold as the glittering stream, Where dances thy tremulous ray
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Or why should I gaze with such pensive delight On thy fair,— hut insensihle face
? What gentle enchantment possesses thy heam, Beyond the warm sunshine of
day ? Thy hosom is cold as the glittering stream, Where dances thy tremulous ray
...
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Vesture of nuptial white; and hymns he sung, And violets scattered round ; and
old and young, In every cottage-porch, with garlands green, Stand still to gaze,
and gazing, hless the scene; While her dark eyes declining, hy his side Moves in
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Vesture of nuptial white; and hymns he sung, And violets scattered round ; and
old and young, In every cottage-porch, with garlands green, Stand still to gaze,
and gazing, hless the scene; While her dark eyes declining, hy his side Moves in
...
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ahove angels charms clouds dark dead death deep didst divine doth dwell earth eternal fair fear flowers gaze Gethsemane gloom glorious glory golden grace grave hail hand hark hast hath heam hear heart heauty heaven heen hefore hehold helow hend heneath hirds hirth hlast hlaze hless hlest hliss hlood hloom hlossoms hlow hlue hope hosom hoth hour hreak hreast hreath hreeze hright hring hroke hrow huds humhle hurning immortal Jehovah Lamh light living Lord mighty morning mortal mountains nature's night o'er ohey pale peace praise pride rise rohe rose round scene seraphs shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep slumher smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars storm stream suhlime sweet tears tempest thee thine thon thou art thought thro throne tomh tremhling Twas vale voice wave wild winds wings
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Página 234 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 92 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan. Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Página 85 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory.
Página 184 - Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost ; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away.
Página 120 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Página 218 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Página 21 - LET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Página 166 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing. Plenteous...
Página 230 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Página 178 - Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Moral and sacred poetry, selected by T. Willcocks and T. Horton |
| Autor | Moral and sacred poetry |
| Editor | Thomas Willcocks |
| Publicado | 1829 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 28 Mar 2006 |
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