Lamentations (Jeremiah Bible Poems)
1 How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people!How is she become as a widow!She that was great ...
1 How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people!How is she become as a widow!She that was great ...
...Thy Sabbaths I profanely spentIn riot and vain merriment,Or, which is worse, in drunkenness,And ev'ry blameable excess.When other folks, of ...
1 How doth the city sit solitary,that was full of people!How is she become as a widow!She that was great ...
Six days in the week do I toil for my bread, And surely should feel like a slave,Except for a Providence ...
"I do well to be angry, even unto death."—Jonah iv. 9."I do well to be angry, even unto death,"To denounce, ...
Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream,There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blaspheme.In subterraneous caves his life he ...
Smoorin' wi' reek an' blacken'd wi' soot,Lowin' like Etna an' Hecla to boot,Ought o' our malleables want ye to learn?—There's ...
O what their joy and their glory must be,Those endless Sabbaths the bless(Pierre Abelard)
A few more years shall roll,A few more seasons come,And we shall be with those that restAsleep within the tomb:Then, ...
Safely through another week,God has brought us on our way;Let us now a blessing seek,On th' approaching Sabbath-day:Day of all ...
Died at Philadelphia, July 2nd, 1859, five weeks after her marriage.The year rolls round, and brings again The bright, auspicious day,The ...
THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS.WE cross the prairie as of oldThe pilgrims crossed the sea,To make the West, as they the East,The ...
Wilt thou love God, as he thee? then digest,My Soul, this wholesome meditation,How God the Spirit, by Angels waited onIn ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
The Rev. John Donaldson, M.A., Kirkconnel. "Ave Atque Vale."A brooding quiet rests to-day On all the well-known hills around;Spring lingers ...
IMyselvesThe grieversGrieveAmong the street burned to tireless deathA child of a few hoursWith its kneading mouthCharred on the black breast ...
Deep on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon:My breath to heaven like vapour goes; ...
What novel song, sweet Bird, has tun'd thy throatThou art not wont to find so sweet a note,When scarce a ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Deep on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapour goes; May my ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
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