Petronilla, and other poemsBosworth, 1858 - 96 pages |
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angels Autumn bless bloom blue breast bright broad buried Change Christ Church clear cloud copse cross dark dead death deep desolate door earth eternal face Faith fall Flashing flowers garden gathering gazed give glow God's gold golden grace grass grey grows hall hands heard heart Heaven's hills Jesus John joys known Lady Mary land light Lonely look Lord moat moon morn move never night o'er old home once pale pass peace PETRONILLA picture POEMS poor pray prayers purple quiet hills rest rich rings river rocks round saints Seven Shaded shadows silver sleeping smile songs sorrows soul stand stars streams strong Summer sunshine sweet tears Tell Thee thick Thou to-day tree true twilight vale village voice walked wall watch waves White wold
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Page 33 - Alone on the desolate crowded street, Dipping down with a curve of lights, Shining silver, glistening sights Right and left, but none to greet. Yon church windows, lit up for prayers, Magdalene Saint though sinner there ; Lead me, Lord, her lot to share, And let me tread the golden stairs. For Jesus and Mary were out at night, When the winds were sharp and the stars were bright.
Page 59 - Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, Bless the bed I lie upon ; Four corners to my bed, Four angels at my head ; One to sing and one to pray, And two to carry my soul away ; And if I die before I wake, I pray to God my soul to take, For Jesus Christ our Saviour's sake.
Page 59 - Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, Bless the bed that I lie on ; Four corners to my bed, Four angels at my head, One to watch, and one to pray, And two to bear my soul away.
Page 31 - Alone, in the noisy restless street ; Thousands hurrying to and fro Lonelier make me as I go Creeping onwards with none to greet. " First far backward a sunnier day Home-known faces in quiet dells, Till...
Page 45 - Derember 21. WHAT OF THE NIGHT? WHAT of the night, what of the night ? Blue and starry and cold, Silver mists in the gray twilight Over the level wold? Forward and backward, thought on thought, Others have gazed before, Souls are precious, though earth is nought, And bright the golden shore. What of the night, what of the night ? Pales the radiant moon, Stars die out in uncertain light, And morning cometh soon : Morning dawns and sorrows creep back, Unrest in the golden ray, Long is the night, but...