Sabbath Recreations, Or, Select Poetry of a Religious Kind: Chiefly Taken from the Works of Modern Poets : with Original Pieces Never Before PublishedBowles & Dearborn, 1829 - Počet stran: 278 |
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Sabbath Recreations, Or, Select Poetry of a Religious Kind Miss Emily Taylor,John Pierpont Náhled není k dispozici. - 2017 |
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Strana 172 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Strana 64 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Strana 32 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try, Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Strana 77 - AND is there care in heaven ? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base That may compassion of their evils move? There is : else much more wretched were the case Of men than beasts. But O, th...
Strana 266 - Rising or falling, still advance his praise. His praise, ye winds ! that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines With every plant, in sign of worship, wave, « . Fountains ! and ye that warble, as ye fiow, Melodious murmurs, warbling, tune his praise.
Strana 268 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty Hand That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...
Strana 97 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Strana 142 - Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Strana 269 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise.
Strana 119 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew...