A Library of Religious Poetry: A Collection of the Best Poems of All Ages and Tongues, with Biographical and Literary NotesPhilip Schaff, Arthur Gilman Funk & Wagnalls Company, 1885 - 1004 ˹éÒ |
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... SORROW .. 817 Poems of Comfort in view of Sorrow and Trial . THE POET IN VIEW OF DEATH AND THE JUDGMENT . . 851 The Departure , the Funeral , the Resurrection , the Judgment . THE POET'S VISION OF HELL , PURGATORY , AND PARADISE . 909 ...
... SORROW .. 817 Poems of Comfort in view of Sorrow and Trial . THE POET IN VIEW OF DEATH AND THE JUDGMENT . . 851 The Departure , the Funeral , the Resurrection , the Judgment . THE POET'S VISION OF HELL , PURGATORY , AND PARADISE . 909 ...
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... Sorrow , Magdalena . ( ADAM of St. Victor ? ) · Of the Omnipotency of God and Debility of Man . WASTELL , SIMON 488 Man's Mortality UHLAND , JOHANN LUDWIG · To the Invisible . WICK . 1633-1714 . Posies for thine own Bed - Chamber ...
... Sorrow , Magdalena . ( ADAM of St. Victor ? ) · Of the Omnipotency of God and Debility of Man . WASTELL , SIMON 488 Man's Mortality UHLAND , JOHANN LUDWIG · To the Invisible . WICK . 1633-1714 . Posies for thine own Bed - Chamber ...
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... Sorrow . ( ANTON UL . Pray ye , therefore , the Lord of the Harvest . 369 RICH , Duke of Brunswick . ) 528 WHITNEY , GEOFFREY . 507 Jesus , my Redeemer , lives . Brandenburg . ) . ( İ.OUISA of 770 Glory to God alone 507 I am the Rose of ...
... Sorrow . ( ANTON UL . Pray ye , therefore , the Lord of the Harvest . 369 RICH , Duke of Brunswick . ) 528 WHITNEY , GEOFFREY . 507 Jesus , my Redeemer , lives . Brandenburg . ) . ( İ.OUISA of 770 Glory to God alone 507 I am the Rose of ...
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... sorrow and care are all unknown : Now , when my pulse beats faint and slow , And my moments are numbered here below , With thy soft , sweet voice , my sister , tell Of that land where my spirit longs to dwell . Oh yes , let me hear of ...
... sorrow and care are all unknown : Now , when my pulse beats faint and slow , And my moments are numbered here below , With thy soft , sweet voice , my sister , tell Of that land where my spirit longs to dwell . Oh yes , let me hear of ...
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... sorrow , on life's downward way , How soothing ! in our last decay , Memorials prompt and true . Relics ye are of Eden's bowers , As pure , as fragrant , and as fair , As when ye crowned the sunshine hours Of happy wanderers there ...
... sorrow , on life's downward way , How soothing ! in our last decay , Memorials prompt and true . Relics ye are of Eden's bowers , As pure , as fragrant , and as fair , As when ye crowned the sunshine hours Of happy wanderers there ...
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adore ALICE CARY angels behold beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CATHERINE WINKWORTH child Christ Church clouds crown dark dear death deep died divine dost doth dwell earth EDWARD CASWALL ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face fair faith Father fear feet flowers forever give glad glorious glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY FRANCIS LYTE holy hope hour hymn ISAAC WATTS Jesus JOHN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN KEBLE JOHN MASON NEALE King land life's light live look Lord mercy mighty morning never night o'er peace PHOEBE CARY praise pray prayer rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH rise round sacred saints Saviour shalt shine sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne Translated unto voice watch weary weep wilt wings word
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˹éÒ 213 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
˹éÒ 174 - There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
˹éÒ 612 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone ; Still support and comfort me ! All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
˹éÒ 247 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in...
˹éÒ 612 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
˹éÒ 451 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
˹éÒ 37 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be. Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
˹éÒ 405 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
˹éÒ 37 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; 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.
˹éÒ 444 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.