 | May Agnes Fleming - 1876 - 460 páginas
...and fullest, the frail thread snaps, and Time is at an end and Eternity begins. " What is this pawing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun a little rain, And then night sweeps across the plain, And all things pass away." All things but the good works humbly done, the duties... | |
 | Robert Aitkin Bertram - 1877 - 766 páginas
...come ! Though from Hope's summit hurl'd, Still, rigid nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world ; To turn...And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun— a little rain, And then night sweeps... | |
 | William Walters - 1878 - 128 páginas
...die." Even KIRKE WHITE, who knew " the joy of the Lord," likens life, in its change and vanity, to — "A peevish April day ; — A little sun, a little rain, And then death sweeps along the plain, And all things fade away." Who of us has not felt, at one time or other,... | |
 | 1880 - 68 páginas
...Hope's summit hurled, Still, rigid nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe was sent from heaven To win me from the world ; To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. What is this passing scene t A peevish April day ! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps... | |
 | Isaac Watts - 1881 - 824 páginas
...Hope's summit hurled, Still, rigid nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaver To wean me from the world; To turn my eye From vanity,...And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 páginas
...come! Though from Hope's summit hurled, Still, rigid nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world ; To turn my eye From vanity, What is this passing scene! A peevish April day! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps... | |
 | Holy thoughts - 1882 - 744 páginas
...Come ! Though from Hope's summit hurled, Still, rigid nurse ! thou art forgiven. For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world — To turn my eye From van:ty, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. Come, Disappointment, Come ! Thou art not... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1896 - 680 páginas
...from Hope's summit hurled, Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert send from heara To wean me from the world : To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that new, never die. sceae! rain, And then night sweeps along the plain, And all things fade away. Man (soon... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1897 - 666 páginas
...Though from Hope's summit hurled, Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert send from heaven To wean me from the world : To turn my...And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun — a little rain. And then night sweeps... | |
 | 1905 - 498 páginas
...promise, dying in his first prime, left us this estimate of life, — that "All this passing scene Is a peevish April day, A little sun, a little rain, And then death sweeps along the plain, And all things fade away." Nay, may I not leave these dead, and come... | |
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Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world ; To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. 
