Poets in the PulpitSampson, Law, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1880 - 291 էջ |
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... voice is heard by those who love it , his teaching felt by those who need it . This power of ministration , this ... voices as it darkens ; And seeing not the forms from which they come , Pauses from time to time , and turns and hearkens ...
... voice is heard by those who love it , his teaching felt by those who need it . This power of ministration , this ... voices as it darkens ; And seeing not the forms from which they come , Pauses from time to time , and turns and hearkens ...
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... voices , softened by the distance , And pause , and turn to listen , as each sends His words of friendship , comfort , and assistance . If any thought of mine , or sung or told , Has ever given delight or consolation , Ye have repaid me ...
... voices , softened by the distance , And pause , and turn to listen , as each sends His words of friendship , comfort , and assistance . If any thought of mine , or sung or told , Has ever given delight or consolation , Ye have repaid me ...
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... voices of the Woodlands , and the Ocean , and the Night , as well as to those of the Temple and the Fire - side . Hear him , or rather over - hear him , in the summer woods , - Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood ...
... voices of the Woodlands , and the Ocean , and the Night , as well as to those of the Temple and the Fire - side . Hear him , or rather over - hear him , in the summer woods , - Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood ...
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... voice beyond the storm . " And so I am not ashamed to sound the same note at this festival of Christmas , and to keep before a world darkened with malice and stained with bloodshed the immortal refrain of the Christmas Bells . I heard ...
... voice beyond the storm . " And so I am not ashamed to sound the same note at this festival of Christmas , and to keep before a world darkened with malice and stained with bloodshed the immortal refrain of the Christmas Bells . I heard ...
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... voices of the dead , the legend of the ages , " And thou listenest the lordly music Flowing from the illimitable years ! " III . WORD - PAINTING . - The third indispen- sable quality is word - painting , or the power of producing to the ...
... voices of the dead , the legend of the ages , " And thou listenest the lordly music Flowing from the illimitable years ! " III . WORD - PAINTING . - The third indispen- sable quality is word - painting , or the power of producing to the ...
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Էջ 21 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Էջ 18 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Էջ 275 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves ; Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Էջ 16 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Էջ 237 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright; The bridal of the earth and sky : The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die.
Էջ 267 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Էջ 269 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Էջ 251 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Էջ 180 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.
Էջ 271 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around: The idle spear and shield were high up hung; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the arme'd throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by 51 TT 52 BOOK SECOND.