The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Volumen11Alfred Henry Miles G. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1906 |
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... toil " VII . " Jesus , I my cross have taken VIII . " Abide with me " 9 ROBERT POLLOK ( 1798-1827 ) THE COURSE OF TIME- Alfred H. Miles 167 1. The Poet's Autobiography ( From Book iii . ) 169 II . Lord Byron ( From Book iv . ) III . The ...
... toil " VII . " Jesus , I my cross have taken VIII . " Abide with me " 9 ROBERT POLLOK ( 1798-1827 ) THE COURSE OF TIME- Alfred H. Miles 167 1. The Poet's Autobiography ( From Book iii . ) 169 II . Lord Byron ( From Book iv . ) III . The ...
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... toils , The world to him was loss ; Yet all his trophies , all his spoils , He hung upon the Cross . At midnight came the cry , " To meet thy God prepare ! " He woke , and caught his Captain's eye ; Then , strong in faith and prayer ...
... toils , The world to him was loss ; Yet all his trophies , all his spoils , He hung upon the Cross . At midnight came the cry , " To meet thy God prepare ! " He woke , and caught his Captain's eye ; Then , strong in faith and prayer ...
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... toil in vain : Cold , heat , and moist , and dry , Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky . Thence , when the glorious end , The day of God is come , The angel - reapers shall descend , And heaven cry- " Harvest home ...
... toil in vain : Cold , heat , and moist , and dry , Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky . Thence , when the glorious end , The day of God is come , The angel - reapers shall descend , And heaven cry- " Harvest home ...
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... toil . For Misery stole me at my birth , And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish - O my mother earth ! Take home thy child . On thy dear lap these limbs reclined Shall gently moulder into thee ; Nor leave one wretched trace behind ...
... toil . For Misery stole me at my birth , And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish - O my mother earth ! Take home thy child . On thy dear lap these limbs reclined Shall gently moulder into thee ; Nor leave one wretched trace behind ...
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... toils upon the wafting flood , A Christian broker in the trade of blood ; Boisterous in speech , in action prompt and bold , He buys , he sells , he steals , he kills , for gold . At noon , when sky and ocean , calm and clear , Bend ...
... toils upon the wafting flood , A Christian broker in the trade of blood ; Boisterous in speech , in action prompt and bold , He buys , he sells , he steals , he kills , for gold . At noon , when sky and ocean , calm and clear , Bend ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED H angels beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright calm CAROLINE CLIVE Christ Christian CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH Church clouds dark dear death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly eternal faith Father fear flowers glorious glory glow God's grace grave hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly Henry HENRY ALFORD HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope Horatius Bonar hour hymns Jesus John Henry Newman JOHN MASON NEALE JOHN STUART BLACKIE Keble King life's light live Lord night o'er pain passed peace poems poet poetry prayer rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH RICHARD MANT sacred saints Saviour sight silent sing sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thro throne toil truth unto verse voice weary weep winds wings wonder Wordsworth
Pasajes populares
Página 53 - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, only thou art holy, there is none beside thee perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! all thy works shall praise thy name in earth and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy!
Página 5 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Página 248 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Página 215 - NEARER, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ! Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee...
Página 215 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Página 161 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Página 13 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try : Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry—
Página 21 - Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ?" Art thou a man ? — a patriot ? — look around ; Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home...
Página 85 - Just as I am Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come...
Página 11 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.