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... lonely , wandering , weary travellers , Is Reason to the soul ; and as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky , Nor light us here - so Reason's glimmering ray Was lent , not to assure our doubtful way , But guide us upwards to ...
... lonely , wandering , weary travellers , Is Reason to the soul ; and as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky , Nor light us here - so Reason's glimmering ray Was lent , not to assure our doubtful way , But guide us upwards to ...
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... , That ask no aid but Thine , Father of Mercies ! here before Thee swell , As to the open sky , All their dark waters lie To Thee reveal❜d , in each close bosom - cell . The sorrow for the dead , Mantling its lonely head 8 SUNDAY.
... , That ask no aid but Thine , Father of Mercies ! here before Thee swell , As to the open sky , All their dark waters lie To Thee reveal❜d , in each close bosom - cell . The sorrow for the dead , Mantling its lonely head 8 SUNDAY.
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Sunday readings. The sorrow for the dead , Mantling its lonely head From the world's glare , is , in Thy sight , set free . And doth not Thy dread eye Behold the agony In that most hidden chamber of the heart , Where darkly sits remorse ...
Sunday readings. The sorrow for the dead , Mantling its lonely head From the world's glare , is , in Thy sight , set free . And doth not Thy dread eye Behold the agony In that most hidden chamber of the heart , Where darkly sits remorse ...
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... lonely way The high - born traveller came , Reading a mournful lay Of " One who bore our shame ; * Silent Himself , His name untold , And yet His glories were of old . " Isaiah liii . 6-8 . To muse what heaven might mean , His wondering ...
... lonely way The high - born traveller came , Reading a mournful lay Of " One who bore our shame ; * Silent Himself , His name untold , And yet His glories were of old . " Isaiah liii . 6-8 . To muse what heaven might mean , His wondering ...
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... lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved , no longer nigh : Submissive still would I reply , Thy will be done . If Thou shouldst call me to resign What I most prize , it ne'er was mine ; I only yield Thee what was Thine : Thy will be ...
... lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved , no longer nigh : Submissive still would I reply , Thy will be done . If Thou shouldst call me to resign What I most prize , it ne'er was mine ; I only yield Thee what was Thine : Thy will be ...
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Almighty art thou awful beauty beneath blessed blest breast breath breeze bright brow calm clouds dark dark wave dead death deep deep calm didst dost doth dread E'en earth earthly eternal fair faith Father fear feel flowers gaze glad gleam gloom glorious glory hath hear heart heaven heavenly Helon holy hope hope and fear hour human HYMN Joanna Baillie leper leprosy life's light lonely look Lord Lord Byron mercy midst mighty morning mortal mountain mysterious night o'er ocean pass'd path peace praise prayer rays rest rill round Saviour shade shadow shine silent Sir Robert Grant skies sleep smile soft solemn sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm strife SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY sweet tears tempest thee Thine Thou art Thou hast thoughts tomb tread Twas unto voice waves weary weep wind wings youth
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Page 144 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Page 203 - When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, that mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race ; Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed.
Page 191 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
Page 204 - Casting the body's vest aside. My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. Such was that happy Garden-state While man there walked without a mate: After a place so pure and sweet, What other help could yet be meet!
Page 4 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 214 - NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Page 132 - Leave me, O love . . ." Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust, Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light, That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Page 4 - As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
Page 218 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy...
Page 36 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.