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 ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,Through contemplation of those goodly sights,And glorious images in heaven wrought,Whose wondrous ...
1.LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.I would be handled by thy nursing armsAfter thy will, not my ...
1.SO shall abundant entrance me be givenInto the truth, my life's inheritance.Lo! as the sun shoots straight from out his ...
In the May woods alone -- yet not alone,For unsubstantial beings near me tread --At times I hear them piteously ...
We build with strength and deep tower wallThat shall be shattered thus and thus.And fair and great are court and ...
"O LITTLE buds, break not so fast! The spring's but new. The skies will yet be brighter blue, ...
All perfect things are saddening in effect.The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes,The matchless tinting on the royal roseWhose ...
939What I see not, I better see-Through Faith-my Hazel EyeHas periods of shutting-But, No lid has Memory-For frequent, all my ...
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
What I see not, I better see -- Through Faith -- my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting -- But, ...
Midsummer, was it, when They died -- A full, and perfect time -- The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated ...
Aurora is the effort Of the Celestial Face Unconsciousness of Perfectness To simulate, to Us. (Emily Dickinson)
Perception of an object costs Precise the Object's loss -- Perception in itself a Gain Replying to its Price -- ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
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