Poetic Vigils

Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1824 - 303 páginas

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Página 101 - And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue ; for I am tormented in this flame.
Página 199 - Moreover the light of the moon shall be as the light of the sun, and the light of the sun shall be sevenfold, as the light of seven days, in the day that the LORD bindeth up the breach of his people, and healeth the stroke of their wound.
Página 281 - Grand Dieu, tes jugements sont remplis d'équité, Toujours tu prends plaisir à nous être propice, Mais j'ai tant fait de mal que jamais ta bonté Ne me pardonnera sans blesser ta justice.
Página 295 - Home! Does pure Religion charm thee Far more than aught below? Wouldst thou that she should arm thee Against the hour of woe? Think not she dwelleth only In temples built for prayer; For Home itself is lonely Unless her smiles be there: The devotee may falter, The bigot blindly roam; If worshiplcss her altar At Home!
Página 189 - Who form'd the countless orbs that gem Dark Night's resplendent diadem ; Gave life unto each living thing ; Created Man their earthly king ; Then gave his Son for man to die ; — Give glory unto God on high.
Página 126 - Maker's call your earthy bed ; At his behest your grateful tribute bring To light and life, from darkness and the dead ! Thou, timid Snow-drop, lift thy lowly head ; Crocus and Primrose, show your varied dye ; Violets, your ceaseless odours round you shed, Yourselves the while retiring from the eye, Yet loading with your sweets each breeze that passes by.
Página 78 - Forget me not !' The sailor, tost on stormy seas, Though far his bark may roam, Still hears a voice in every breeze That wakens thoughts of home. He thinks upon his distant friends, His wife, his humble cot; And from his inmost heart ascends The prayer —
Página 294 - There blend the ties that strengthen Our hearts in hours of grief, The silver links that lengthen Joy's visits when most brief...
Página 85 - tis filling, with a smile, Pool as shallow as may be With the waters of the sea. Hear the smiling bishop ask " What can mean such infant task ? " Mark that infant's answer plain — " 'Tis to hold yon mighty main.
Página 290 - Wakeners of prayer in man — his resting bowers, As on he journeys in the narrow way, Where, Eden-like, Jehovah's walking hours Are waited for, as in the cool of day. Days fix'd by God for intercourse with dust, To raise our thoughts and purify our powers ; Periods appointed to renew our trust, A gleam of glory after six days...

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