Petronilla, and Other PoemsBosworth, 1858 - 96 pages |
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angels art Thou Autumn bless bloom blue breast broad buried canticle changeless chimes Christ clematis cloud dark dead deep deepening earth eaſtern evermore fadeless Faith Flashing fourteen years ago gables gathering gazed gilded glance glare glow God's gold golden grace grey twilight hands Heaven's Jesus Jesus and Mary joyous joys Lady Mary died Lichens light lily Lonely look Marriage moon moonbeams quiver morn ne'er never nigh night Nought old home pale Paradise peace PETRONILLA picture POEMS poor pray prayers psalms purple quiet hills rich rills rings rocks round saints Shaded I lie shadows Silvered with Autumn's smile songs sorrows soul stars were bright Summer sunlight sunshine sweet tell of death Tempore Vesperi erit Thee thick Thine Thou art throne tints to-day tree Vesperi erit Lux village village green wall water sleeping waters evenly lie waves weary weeds winds were sharp Wounds Wynyarde
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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...