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Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to hoast Ahove all the flowers of the field,
When its leaves arc all dead, and fine colours are lost, Still how sweet a perfume
it will yield G So frail is the youth, and the heamy of man, FLOWERs. 451.
Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to hoast Ahove all the flowers of the field,
When its leaves arc all dead, and fine colours are lost, Still how sweet a perfume
it will yield G So frail is the youth, and the heamy of man, FLOWERs. 451.
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Then I'll not he proud of my youth and my heauty, Since hoth of them wither and
fade; But gain a good name hy well doing my doty, This will scent like a rose
when I'm dead. THE WINTER ROSE. Hail, and farewell, thou lovely guest! I may
not ...
Then I'll not he proud of my youth and my heauty, Since hoth of them wither and
fade; But gain a good name hy well doing my doty, This will scent like a rose
when I'm dead. THE WINTER ROSE. Hail, and farewell, thou lovely guest! I may
not ...
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Hear, O ye nations ! hear it, O ye dead ' He rose, he rose! he hurst the gates of
death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, And give the King of Glory to
come in. Who is the King of Glory ? He who slew The rav'nous foe that gorged all
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Hear, O ye nations ! hear it, O ye dead ' He rose, he rose! he hurst the gates of
death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, And give the King of Glory to
come in. Who is the King of Glory ? He who slew The rav'nous foe that gorged all
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This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, Might have hloomed with its owner awhile,
And the tear, that is wiped with a little address, May he followed perhaps with a
smile. ON A BLIGHTED ROSE-BUD. C. SUMMONS. Scarce had thy velvet lips ...
This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, Might have hloomed with its owner awhile,
And the tear, that is wiped with a little address, May he followed perhaps with a
smile. ON A BLIGHTED ROSE-BUD. C. SUMMONS. Scarce had thy velvet lips ...
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The first thing he tried was the head of Voltaire, Which retain'd all the wit that had
ever heen there; As a weight, he threw in a torn scrap of a leaf, Containing the
prayer of the penitent thief ; When the skull rose aloft with so sudden a spell, As to
...
The first thing he tried was the head of Voltaire, Which retain'd all the wit that had
ever heen there; As a weight, he threw in a torn scrap of a leaf, Containing the
prayer of the penitent thief ; When the skull rose aloft with so sudden a spell, As to
...
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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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