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 ...
Farewell to thee, December!-thou art bearing on thy blast The fleeting moments of the year-how very near the last; Eldest ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
O! bring me flow'rs, and I will wreathe A chaplet for thy hair, And as I twine each bud't will ...
Mourn, Persia, mourn! thy charms decay; Proud Ispahan, the seat of power, Is shorn by time's relentless sway Of her ...
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 ...
They say that Venus once did stray, Where Spring had put on her array Of cowslips, daffys, lilies too, And ...
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 ...
Fill, fill me a goblet from those dark and silent waters, Where the lovēd song of the minstrel for ever ...
A lily's odour-holy angels' light- The tints of twilight bidding day farewell- The plaint of friends-the bosom's heaving swell- The ...
Our life is one long childhood-and each toy Palls on our sick'ning fancy-all our joy Is but imperfect-something, something still ...
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 ...
Oh! bring me the lily-the pure and the pale, See, yonder it grows in the far lonely vale, And its ...
I have gazed o'er the hills in the day's soft decline, And my thoughts they have wandered to that fairer ...
On Sarum's plains I trod, Where many a Druid sleeps, Upreared upon the sod, The wind their altar sweeps. There ...
I may not give to thee One hour again; The past is not for me, It burns my brain. Thy ...
Dearest, let me sit still watching by thee, Softly will I breathe, and softly weep; Sorrow's cup is now familiar ...
Hail! hope, delicious hope! Return once more with thy seductive smile, And chase away these fears; My weary heart thou ...
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