Yesterday, To-day, and For Ever: Book X. – The Millennial Sabbath (Edward Henry Bickersteth Poems)
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
Pompeii! city of the dead,-entombed Two thousand years in clouds of ashes,-still Remains to tell of long forgotten times, When ...
I.God is our strength and song, The Rock of our salvation: His courts of prayer, ye people, throng, And anthems ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
Here rest my friend,-thy wanderings stay, And take a seat, while yet ye may, Within this hallowed spot; Here taste ...
The almond tree,-the almond tree-how lovely is its bloom, It flourishes and fades away before the summer noon; Alas! it ...
Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their developement have breath, And ...
Spring is the time when the sunshine is stealing And breaking through clouds o'er a landscape of green, Awakening new ...
Beautiful sea! which for ever art flowing, How bright are thy waters beneath the pale moon; Though fearful thy deeps ...
A lily's odour-holy angels' light- The tints of twilight bidding day farewell- The plaint of friends-the bosom's heaving swell- The ...
Sarnia farewell! farewell thy rocky shore; Far o'er the main I ne'er may see thee more; Yet will I not ...
Child of an alien creed, thy heavier sorrows bewailing, Weep not-for ah! more pure-more fair-none with thee may compare them: ...
Our visions are deceiving lights that lead us on to our destruction; our idols are always broken in pieces before ...
And does my Muse refuse to sing, And will she not one wild note bring The opening Spring to greet? ...
The balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to this speaking quietude That wraps this moveless ...
I saw her mid the glittering throng! upon her brow there shone Gems only such as queens may wear upon ...
A MOTHER TO HER SON ON HIS BIRTHDAY.Thy natal day returns again, Full fourteen suns have sped Since first you ...
The sweet South-wind is breathing o'er Fair beauty's flower of love; The birds a gladsome song do pour On all-around-above: ...
I once could hope-alas! no more Her bright wings wave for me; The sunlit hours of life are o'er, I ...
Oh no!-I will not give my heart to thee, Cold, mocking world!-I still would wish to be Apart from thy ...
Bid me sigh it in thine ear, I may scarce its utterance tell; Bid me hide it in a tear, ...
I will weave for thee a wreath, love, Of roses bright and fair; I will breathe for thee a sigh, ...
Why do I think on thee, Dearest, oh! say? Why do I think on thee, Far-far away? Wan is my ...
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