Summer: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
Hour after hour steals rapidly away,Bearing past pleasures on its airy wings,E'en like the sunny clouds, which evening's rayGilds with ...
Hour after hour steals rapidly away,Bearing past pleasures on its airy wings,E'en like the sunny clouds, which evening's rayGilds with ...
This is the day when prejudice and guiltThe blood of innocence and virtue spilt!'Twas in those orient Syrian lands afar,O'er ...
A thousand, thousand changing things Man's mortal pilgrimage befall;But virtue, but religion, brings Sweet hopes and steadfast joys for all.The restlessness that ...
O sweet and sacred is the restRound the departed Christian's breast;Serene the pillow of his head,And sanctified his funeral bed.Upon ...
Pure and undefiled religion, In our God and Father's sight,Is, to pour on helpless orphans Balm of healing and delight:'Tis to visit ...
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