Household VersesGeorge Virtue, 1845 - 240 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 23
... not of earth , But heavenly , and serene . Tried by this only sterling test , ' T will live to future years ; And they who knew and loved thee best , May mourn - with pangless tears . 23 24 A REQUIEM FOR A. B. F. For oh !
... not of earth , But heavenly , and serene . Tried by this only sterling test , ' T will live to future years ; And they who knew and loved thee best , May mourn - with pangless tears . 23 24 A REQUIEM FOR A. B. F. For oh !
Σελίδα 24
... they are shed , Too pure , too sweet for Joy ; — Such should be THINE ! with humble trust , Let them be meekly given By those who mourn a child of dust , Become an HEIR OF HEAVEN ! NEW - YEAR VERSES , 1841 . EIGHTEEN hundred forty.
... they are shed , Too pure , too sweet for Joy ; — Such should be THINE ! with humble trust , Let them be meekly given By those who mourn a child of dust , Become an HEIR OF HEAVEN ! NEW - YEAR VERSES , 1841 . EIGHTEEN hundred forty.
Σελίδα 60
... Mourning the rupture of love's sweeetest ties : Or whether , with a genuine pastoral grace , The simple scenery round her loved to trace ; And tune her Doric reed , or artless lyre , To AMWELL'S tufted groves and modest spire ; Or ...
... Mourning the rupture of love's sweeetest ties : Or whether , with a genuine pastoral grace , The simple scenery round her loved to trace ; And tune her Doric reed , or artless lyre , To AMWELL'S tufted groves and modest spire ; Or ...
Σελίδα 88
... , And sorrow for our own . In thankfulness we ought to bow , Lamented friend , for thee , E'en while we mourn , remembering thou From suffering now art free . A LAMENT . When we retrace our long past hours A Lament xi.
... , And sorrow for our own . In thankfulness we ought to bow , Lamented friend , for thee , E'en while we mourn , remembering thou From suffering now art free . A LAMENT . When we retrace our long past hours A Lament xi.
Σελίδα 90
... mourn , with grateful tenderness , Thy transit to the tomb . For , dared I give my fancy scope , I can but feel how vain It were in me to nurse the hope To see thy like again ! STANZAS , TO ILLUSTRATE A SKETCH OF A RUINED CHAPEL.
... mourn , with grateful tenderness , Thy transit to the tomb . For , dared I give my fancy scope , I can but feel how vain It were in me to nurse the hope To see thy like again ! STANZAS , TO ILLUSTRATE A SKETCH OF A RUINED CHAPEL.
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AMWELL angel-wings aught Bard beauty birth BIRTH-DAY blend blessing blest bliss boon breath bright brighter by-gone Catalogue of Publications charm childhood's dark dream dwell E'en earth EGYPT faith fame fancy FARNHAM CASTLE fear feel flowers FRAMLINGHAM CASTLE gentle give Glad songs gloom glorious glory gone grace grateful grief hallowed hath heart heaven heavenly HELMINGHAM HALL holier holy homage honoured hope hopes and fears household humble idlesse immortal impart JOHN BUNYAN LEISTON ABBEY life's light lingering live Lord loveliness Midian mourn Muse Nature's NILE o'er octavo peace POOL OF BETHESDA PORTRAIT praise prayer pure ROBINSON CRUSOE round sad yellow-hammer scene shine silent smile song SONNET sorrow soul spell spirits STANZAS STRANGER'S MEMORIAL stream sublime sweet sweetest tears thee thine thou hast thought thrall trod truth unto VERSES Virtue's Catalogue win my love word worth yore
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Σελίδα 143 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Σελίδα 93 - This is my infirmity: but I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High.
Σελίδα 49 - And he said unto him, Say now unto her, Behold, thou hast been careful for us with all this care; what is to be done for thee? wouldest thou be spoken for to the king, or to the captain of the host? And she answered, I dwell among mine own people.
Σελίδα 125 - The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.
Σελίδα 228 - The dead are like the stars by day ; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But, not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky : Spirits from bondage thus set free Vanish amidst immensity, Where human thought, like human sight, Fails to pursue their trackless flight.
Σελίδα 51 - Not to the last \ Thy word hath said, Could we but read aright, "Poor pilgrim, lift in hope thy head, At eve it shall be light!
Σελίδα 224 - On its bosom bearing thee. What is Life ? A bubble floating On that silent, rapid stream ; Few, too few, its progress noting, Till it bursts, and ends the dream. What is Death, asunder rending Every tie we love so well ? But the gate to life unending, Joy, in heaven ! or woe, in hell...
Σελίδα 164 - Whose humorous vein; strong sense, and simple style, May teach the .gayest, make the gravest smile ; Witty, and well...
Σελίδα 198 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Σελίδα 236 - To write a book of household song, Without one verse to thee, Whom I have known and loved so long, Were all unworthy me. Have I not seen thy needle plied With as much ready glee, As if it were thy greatest pride A sempstress famed to be ! Have I not ate pies...