The Sunday Book of PoetryMacmillan, 1865 - 318 páginas A collection of religious poetry for children. Also includes prayers and hymns. |
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Página 137
... to save . The gathering Church , the font of life , The saints and mourners kneeling round ; The Day to end the body's strife , The Saviour in His people crowned . All in majestic march , and even , To the The Sunday Book of Poetry 137.
... to save . The gathering Church , the font of life , The saints and mourners kneeling round ; The Day to end the body's strife , The Saviour in His people crowned . All in majestic march , and even , To the The Sunday Book of Poetry 137.
Página 151
... strife Slow rounding into calm . And so the shadows fall apart , And so the west winds play ; And all the windows of my heart I open to this day . angle CXIX J. G. Whittier YOUTH AND AGE ' HE seas are quiet when the winds are o'er ...
... strife Slow rounding into calm . And so the shadows fall apart , And so the west winds play ; And all the windows of my heart I open to this day . angle CXIX J. G. Whittier YOUTH AND AGE ' HE seas are quiet when the winds are o'er ...
Página 156
... strife With blessing , all with curses rife , That this is blessing , this is life . Archbishop Trench # CXXIV WRITTEN IN FRIARS ' CARSE HERMIT- AGE , ON NITHSIDE HOU whom chance may hither lead , TH Be thou clad in russet weed , Be ...
... strife With blessing , all with curses rife , That this is blessing , this is life . Archbishop Trench # CXXIV WRITTEN IN FRIARS ' CARSE HERMIT- AGE , ON NITHSIDE HOU whom chance may hither lead , TH Be thou clad in russet weed , Be ...
Página 178
... strife , And let me languish into life . Hark ! they whisper ; Angels say , Sister spirit , come away . What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses , shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit , draws my breath ? Tell me , my soul , can ...
... strife , And let me languish into life . Hark ! they whisper ; Angels say , Sister spirit , come away . What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses , shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit , draws my breath ? Tell me , my soul , can ...
Página 193
... strife , To death's lone dwelling speaks of life ; Nor breaks the silence still and deep , Where thou , beneath thy burial stone , Art laid in that unbroken sleep , The living eye , hath never known . The lonely sexton's footstep falls ...
... strife , To death's lone dwelling speaks of life ; Nor breaks the silence still and deep , Where thou , beneath thy burial stone , Art laid in that unbroken sleep , The living eye , hath never known . The lonely sexton's footstep falls ...
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angels art thou Ben Jonson beneath bird bless blest breast breath bright calm child Christ clouds crown dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream dust E'en earth eternal evermore eyes faith faithless fear flowers forever gaze glorious glory God's golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heavenly Henry Hart Milman holy Holy habits hope hour HYMN Jesus John Dryden John Milton King Lamb of God land light live look Lord lowly morn ne'er never night o'er peace praise pray prayer psalm rest round sacred saints Saviour SEA OF GALILEE shalt shine Sicily silent sing skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star star of Bethlehem strife sweet tears thee thine thou art thought throne Thy love tomb unto voice wave weary weep wind wings word Wykeham's