Sabbath Bells Chimed by the Poets

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Bell and Daldy, 1856 - 111 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 11 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Friend, and with His blood ;. The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light : Thy torch doth show the way.
Strana 44 - How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on.
Strana 76 - The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion: chiefly when Their piercing tones fall sudden on the ear Of the contemplant, solitary man, Whom thoughts abstruse or high have chanced to lure Forth from the walks of men, revolving oft, And oft again, hard matter, which eludes And baffles his pursuit...
Strana 11 - Sundays the pillars are, On which heaven's palace arched lies : The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities. They are the fruitful beds and borders In God's rich garden : that is bare Which parts their ranks and orders.
Strana 104 - The next world's gladness prepossessed in this ; A day to seek ; Eternity in time ; the steps by which We climb above all ages ; lamps that light Man through his heap of dark days ; and the rich And full redemption of the whole week's flight ; The pulleys unto headlong man ; time's bower ; The narrow way ; Transplanted paradise ; God's walking hour ; The cool o...
Strana 11 - That yestermorn bloomed waving in the breeze. Sounds the most faint attract the ear — the hum Of early bee, the trickling of the dew, The distant bleating midway up the hill.
Strana 89 - When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave To do the like; our bodies but forerun The spirit's duty, true hearts spread and heave Unto their God, as flowers do to the sun: Give him thy first thoughts then, so shall thou keep Him company all day, and in him sleep.
Strana 11 - Hail, Sabbath ! thee I hail, the poor man's day : The pale mechanic now has leave to breathe The morning air pure from the city's smoke...
Strana 11 - Whom, if we were not very dull, "We could not choose but look on still ; Since there is no place so alone, The which he doth not fill.
Strana 111 - The book is completed, And closed, like the day; And the hand that has written it Lays it away. Dim grow its fancies, Forgotten they lie ; like coals in the ashes, They darken and die.

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