The World's Great Religious PoetryCaroline Miles Hill Macmillan, 1923 - 836 Seiten |
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... shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched between Heaven and Charing Cross . Yea , in the night , my Soul , my daughter , Cry , clinging heaven by the hems : And lo , Christ walking on the water , Not of Gennesaret , but Thames ! THE ...
... shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched between Heaven and Charing Cross . Yea , in the night , my Soul , my daughter , Cry , clinging heaven by the hems : And lo , Christ walking on the water , Not of Gennesaret , but Thames ! THE ...
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... shine , Yet see yon fool - beneath his arm He bears the sacred roii . How carefully he folds the page And draws the closing string ! See how he binds the living book That not a leaf escape ! Ah ! Yes ; the truth should fill his heart ...
... shine , Yet see yon fool - beneath his arm He bears the sacred roii . How carefully he folds the page And draws the closing string ! See how he binds the living book That not a leaf escape ! Ah ! Yes ; the truth should fill his heart ...
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... shine Beyond the sinner's grave , His care that sendeth sun and rain , His wisdom giving rest , His price of sin that we may not win The heaven of the blest . Not near enough ! Not clear enough ! O God 128 THE WORLD'S GREAT RELIGIOUS ...
... shine Beyond the sinner's grave , His care that sendeth sun and rain , His wisdom giving rest , His price of sin that we may not win The heaven of the blest . Not near enough ! Not clear enough ! O God 128 THE WORLD'S GREAT RELIGIOUS ...
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... shine over an army with no slain , And men from every nation shall enroll , And women - in the hardihood of peace ! What can my anger do but cease ? Whom shall I fight and who shall be my enemy When he is I and I am he ? Let me have ...
... shine over an army with no slain , And men from every nation shall enroll , And women - in the hardihood of peace ! What can my anger do but cease ? Whom shall I fight and who shall be my enemy When he is I and I am he ? Let me have ...
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... shine Of the web that he weaves so long and fine . Loudly the great wheel hums and rings And we hear not even the song that he sings . Over the whirr of the shuttles and all The roar and the rush , does he hear when we call ? Only the ...
... shine Of the web that he weaves so long and fine . Loudly the great wheel hums and rings And we hear not even the song that he sings . Over the whirr of the shuttles and all The roar and the rush , does he hear when we call ? Only the ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty behold beneath bless breath bright CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN Christ clouds crown dark dawn dead death deep divine doth dream dust dwell earth Edward Dowden EMILY DICKINSON eternal eyes face faith fear feet Fiona Macleod fire flame flowers forever GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL glorious glory God's gods hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope HYMN immortal Jesus JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN MASEFIELD King land light live look Lord mighty mind morning naught never night o'er pain pass peace Poems poet praise pray prayer Rabindranath Tagore RALPH WALDO EMERSON rise ROBERT BROWNING round SARA TEASDALE seek Setebos shalt shine silence sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought throne tree truth unto voice wandering WILLIAM wind wings word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 517 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Seite 371 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Seite 270 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
Seite 181 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
Seite 683 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The Pilot of the Galilean...
Seite 43 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Seite 270 - And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth: Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
Seite 43 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
Seite 357 - Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God; see all, nor be afraid!
Seite 266 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.