Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Selections from the Works of the Most Admired WritersHenry Stebbing |
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... muse On their great Father , great beyond compare ! And marching onwards view high o'er their heads His waving banners of omnipotence . They cannot dread created might , who love God , SACRED POETRY . From Religious Musings ' [Coleridge ]
... muse On their great Father , great beyond compare ! And marching onwards view high o'er their heads His waving banners of omnipotence . They cannot dread created might , who love God , SACRED POETRY . From Religious Musings ' [Coleridge ]
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... o'er some plain that steameth to the sun , Peopled with death ; or , where more hideous trade , Loud laughing , packs his bales of human anguish ; I will raise up a mourning , O ye fiends ! And curse your spells , that film the eye of ...
... o'er some plain that steameth to the sun , Peopled with death ; or , where more hideous trade , Loud laughing , packs his bales of human anguish ; I will raise up a mourning , O ye fiends ! And curse your spells , that film the eye of ...
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... o'er the groaning land Wail numberless ; and orphans weep for bread ; Thee to defend , dear Saviour of mankind ! Thee , Lamb of God ! Thee , blameless Prince of Peace ! From all sides rush the thirsty brood of war ; Austria , and that ...
... o'er the groaning land Wail numberless ; and orphans weep for bread ; Thee to defend , dear Saviour of mankind ! Thee , Lamb of God ! Thee , blameless Prince of Peace ! From all sides rush the thirsty brood of war ; Austria , and that ...
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... o'er - jaded Time his round has run , And finish'd are the radiant journeys of the sun , The great decisive morn shall rise , And Heaven's bright Judge appear in opening skies , Eternal grace and justice He ' ll bestow On all the ...
... o'er - jaded Time his round has run , And finish'd are the radiant journeys of the sun , The great decisive morn shall rise , And Heaven's bright Judge appear in opening skies , Eternal grace and justice He ' ll bestow On all the ...
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... o'er the skies shall spread , And universal terror shed ; Loud issuing peals , and rising sheets of smoke , Th ' encumber'd region of the air shall choke ; The noisy main shall lave the suff'ring shore , And from the rocks the breaking ...
... o'er the skies shall spread , And universal terror shed ; Loud issuing peals , and rising sheets of smoke , Th ' encumber'd region of the air shall choke ; The noisy main shall lave the suff'ring shore , And from the rocks the breaking ...
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angels art thou Babylon beams beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss breast breath bright calm CAROLINE FRY Christ clouds dark dead death deep delight divine dost doth dread dream dust dust to dust dwell earth eternal ev'ry evermore faith Father fear feel flesh flowers glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN JOHN CLARE King life's light live Lord lyre mercy mighty mind morn mortal mountains mourn never night o'er pain peace pleasure pow'r praise prayer pride rapture rest rise Satan Saviour seraphs shade shew shine silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring star star of Bethlehem sweet tear tempest thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thought throne tomb tongue Twas unto voice waves weary weep winds
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Page 89 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 89 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 94 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 179 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Page 257 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Page 377 - God loves from whole to parts : but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ; The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next, and next all human race ; Wide and more wide, th...
Page 258 - But he her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing: And, waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Page 263 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Page 344 - Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race. 3 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide ; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. 4- O spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode, Our souls arrive in peace.
Page 182 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat...