Emily: And Other PoemsI. S. Boyd, 1840 - 276 páginas |
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ACROSTIC Adelaide adore Amplexus awful beam beauty Behold beneath blessed blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow Buffalo canst celestial charms cheer Christian clouds cold dark dear dear Mary death deep didst divine doom dread dwell earth eternal everlasting faith farewell Father fear feel fond friends gaze gloom glorious glory glow grace grave Greece grief guilt hand hast thou hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour humble immortal Jehoram Jesus Lamb of God life's light Lord lustre lyre mercy Moab mortal mourn Muse o'er pain parterre peace praise prayer pure rapture rise roll savest Savior scene seraph Shaphat shine sing sink sister skies sleep slumber smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit stream sublime sweet swell tears tempest tender thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb triumph truth Twas vale voice wandering weep youth
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Página 42 - That which we have seen and heard declare we unto you, that ye also may have fellowship with us : and truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with His Son Jesus Christ.
Página 44 - Then they that feared the Lord spake often one to another : and the Lord hearkened, and heard it, and a book of remembrance was written before him for them that feared the Lord, and that thought upon his name.
Página 166 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Página 111 - ... this glorious work, deny me not, I beseech you, the unspeakable privilege ; deny me not the fondest, the most ardent desire of my soul, that can, in this world, be gratified. To deny me this, would be to deprive me of the greatest happiness which, in this world, I can possibly enjoy. I would rather be a Missionary of the cross, than a King on a throne.
Página 221 - What is it then? I will pray with the spirit, and I will pray with the understanding also : I will sing with the spirit, and I will sing with the understanding also.
Página 111 - ... of the cross, than a King on a throne. Let the men of this world possess its glittering toys; let the miser grasp his cankered gold: let the voluptuary enjoy his sordid pleasures; let the ambitious ascend to the pinnacle of earthly honor; but let me enjoy the sweet satisfaction of directing the poor pagans to the 'Lamb of God.
Página 90 - Cam, vale, ingenio prastans, pietate, pudore, Et plusquam natte nomine cara, vale! Cara Maria, vale! At veniet felicius tevum, Quando iterum tecum, sim modo dignus, ero.
Página 78 - ... heard the doom of his house and kingdom. Next morning the Philistines made their onslaught. Saul, oppressed with gloomy forebodings, soon found the warning of Samuel true. The ranks of Israel were broken. They fell back on the steep sides of the mountain, and were cut down with -a terrible carnage. " The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places " (2 Sam. i. 19). " 0 Jonathan, thou wast slain upon thy high places " (v. 25), " as though the bitterness of death and defeat were aggravated by...
Página 72 - Magazine. SORROW SANCTIFIED. MY spirits droop with illness now, And yet I would submissive bow, My Heavenly Father, to thy will ; I would not breathe a single thought With discontent or murmurs fraught, But suffering, own and love thee still. And yet there is a pensive air Steals o'er me, ere I am aware, And clasps me in its soft control; A mildly melancholy mood Of sickness, and of solitude, Sad and subduing to the soul. At times I wipe the starting tear, And think, my Father, thou art here, And...
Página 72 - Steals o'er me, ere I am aware, And clasps me in its soft control; A mildly melancholy mood Of sickness, and of solitude, Sad and subduing to the soul. At times I wipe the starting tear, And think, my Father, thou art here, And I am thine, forever thine ; Should blow succeed to chastening blow, Thou art the very same I know, And future blessings dost design. Whence then the sadness that I feel ? Why do these tears unbidden steal ? And whence this deeply mournful mood? Still must I weep ? Then vanish...