To Harriet H—-y (Charlotte Eliza Dixon Poems)
On her bed of protracted and lingering sickness. ONCE again, long silent lyre,Sound beneath this weary finger,Speak--but breathe with holy ...
On her bed of protracted and lingering sickness. ONCE again, long silent lyre,Sound beneath this weary finger,Speak--but breathe with holy ...
WHEN THE AUTHOR HAD NO SAVING KNOW-LEDGE OF CHRIST.I LOVE to lie quite still in Sleep's soft arms,And let my ...
A SHEPHERD from a mountain's steepBeheld a little wand'ring sheep;With anxious eye he watch'd it long,Creeping the briars and thorns ...
OH , woman! what hast thou done, presumptuous Eve!Stretch'd forth thy daring hand against command,Command of Him, whose high creative ...
WEARY , quite weary with sorrows contending,Had I the wings of a dove, I would flee;Thou, dearest Redeemer, those griefs ...
WHEN I'm dead, and silent lying,Should you in an hour of aweGaze upon me, softly sighing,Back the solemn curtain draw;But ...
THERE is a garden, scene of sad delight,Where oft my mournful spirit loves to rove,When all is silent round at ...
SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!JEHOVAH has triumph'd! His people are free Sing, for the pride of the ...
YES ! I have lain me in thy liquid grave,SON of the HIGHEST ! buried in its depth,There planted in ...
WITH A LOCK OF MY HAIR.BROTHER belov'd in CHRIST ! receive this lock,Shorn from a head which dead in sin ...
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