Poets in the PulpitSampson, Law, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1880 - 291 páginas |
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... DI WHOSE NAME DOR DECKY TOMBE FAR MORE FEN COST SIEH ALLY HE HATI WRITT LEAVES LIVING ARE B / T PAGE , TO SERVE HIS WITT TANO DO 1612 FONTS THAT AP SHAKESPEARE . ( The Stratford Bust and Memorial ) ' T -4 1 PELET MA POETS IN THE PULPIT.
... DI WHOSE NAME DOR DECKY TOMBE FAR MORE FEN COST SIEH ALLY HE HATI WRITT LEAVES LIVING ARE B / T PAGE , TO SERVE HIS WITT TANO DO 1612 FONTS THAT AP SHAKESPEARE . ( The Stratford Bust and Memorial ) ' T -4 1 PELET MA POETS IN THE PULPIT.
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... leave among them not a stop untouched , not a chord that is dear and sympathetic unsounded ; they cut and polish for us , as one of them has so sweetly sung , those ' jewels five words long which on the stretched forefinger of Time ...
... leave among them not a stop untouched , not a chord that is dear and sympathetic unsounded ; they cut and polish for us , as one of them has so sweetly sung , those ' jewels five words long which on the stretched forefinger of Time ...
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... leaves or pictured faces . Perhaps on earth I never shall behold , With eye of sense , your outward form and semblance ; Therefore to me ye never will grow old , But live for ever young in my remembrance . Never grow old , nor change ...
... leaves or pictured faces . Perhaps on earth I never shall behold , With eye of sense , your outward form and semblance ; Therefore to me ye never will grow old , But live for ever young in my remembrance . Never grow old , nor change ...
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... give them all back again . " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes , He kissed their drooping leaves . It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves . " My Lord has need of these flow'rets gay , 16 Poets in the Pulpit .
... give them all back again . " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes , He kissed their drooping leaves . It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves . " My Lord has need of these flow'rets gay , 16 Poets in the Pulpit .
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... leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time : Footprints , that perhaps another , Sailing o'er life's solemn main , A forlorn and shipwrecked brother , Seeing , shall take heart again . Let us , then , be up and doing , With a heart ...
... leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time : Footprints , that perhaps another , Sailing o'er life's solemn main , A forlorn and shipwrecked brother , Seeing , shall take heart again . Let us , then , be up and doing , With a heart ...
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Página 19 - 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.
Página 275 - 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.
Página 274 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 17 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...