The Cheltenham Literary Annual: A Gift-book and RemembrancerNorman, 1857 - 114 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 14 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Σελίδα 81 - mid yon celestial plain. BETTER MOMENTS. MY mother's voice ! how often creep Its accents o'er my lonely hours ! Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers. I can forget her melting prayer While leaping pulses madly fly ; But in the still, unbroken air Her gentle tones come stealing by, And years, and sin, and manhood flee, And leave me at my mother's knee.
Σελίδα 14 - All, all goes to prove what strange and half-sighted creatures we are. Were it not so, war could never have been seen in any other aspect than that of unmingled hatefulness : and I can look to nothing but to the progress of Christian sentiment upon earth to arrest the strong current of its popular and prevailing partiality for war.
Σελίδα 105 - the Deep Voice cried ; ' So long enjoy'd, so oft misused, Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused ? ' Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away, And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. ' Redeem mine hours — the space is brief — While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief, When TIME and thou shall part for ever...
Σελίδα 77 - Where no shadow shall bewilder, Where life's vain parade is o'er, Where the sleep of sin is broken, And the dreamer dreams no more...
Σελίδα 77 - Partings, claspings, sob, and moan, Midnight waking, twilight weeping, Heavy noontide — all are done; Where the child has found its mother, Where the mother finds the child; Where dear families are gathered, That were scattered on the wild — Brother, we shall meet and rest, 'Mid the holy and the blest.
Σελίδα 14 - Were it not so, war could never have been seen in any other aspect than that of unmingled hatefulness ; and I can look to nothing but to the progress of Christian sentiment upon earth, to arrest the strong current of its popular and prevailing partiality for war. Then only will an imperious sense of duty lay the check of severe principle, on all the subordinate tastes and faculties of our nature. Then will glory be reduced to its right estimate, and the wakeful benevolence of the gospel chasing away...
Σελίδα 91 - The years they come, and the years they go Like winds that blow from sea to sea ; From dark to dark they come and go, All in the dew-fall and the rain. Down by the stream there be two sweet willows, — Hush thee, babe, while the wild winds blow, — One hale, one blighted, two wedded willows All in the dew-fall and the rain.
Σελίδα 92 - Hush thee, babe, while the wild winds blow, — One hale, one blighted, two wedded willows All in the dew-fall and the rain. She is blighted, the fair young willow, — Hush thee, babe, while the wild winds blow, — She hears the spring-blood beat in the bark ; She hears the spring-leaf bud on the bough ; But she bends blighted, the wan weeping willow, All in the dew-fall and the rain. The stream runs sparkling under the willow, — Hush thee, babe, while the wild winds blow, — The summer rose-leaves...
Σελίδα 83 - And we will put words into the Book that shall astonish the children of thy people ; and it shall be a light unto thy feet, and a lamp unto thy path ; it shall also bring bread to thy household, and a portion to thy maidens.