The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1831 - 470 стор. |
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... night o'er- spread ! Thou sick'ning sun , so dark , so deep , so red ! Why shakes the earth ? why fades the light ? de- clare ! Are those his limbs , with ruthless scourges torn ? His brows , all bleeding with the twisted thorn ? His ...
... night o'er- spread ! Thou sick'ning sun , so dark , so deep , so red ! Why shakes the earth ? why fades the light ? de- clare ! Are those his limbs , with ruthless scourges torn ? His brows , all bleeding with the twisted thorn ? His ...
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... night of slavery past , Each heart beats high in freedom's buxom blast ; Lo ! Conquest calls , and beck'ning from afar , Uplifts his laurel wreath , and waves them on to war . -Wo to th ' usurper then , who dares defy The sturdy wrath ...
... night of slavery past , Each heart beats high in freedom's buxom blast ; Lo ! Conquest calls , and beck'ning from afar , Uplifts his laurel wreath , and waves them on to war . -Wo to th ' usurper then , who dares defy The sturdy wrath ...
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... night , our time of mercy spent , For heavy was my children's crime , and strange their punishment ; Yet gaze not idly on our fall , but , sinner , warned be , Who spared not his chosen seed may send his wrath on thee ! " Our day of ...
... night , our time of mercy spent , For heavy was my children's crime , and strange their punishment ; Yet gaze not idly on our fall , but , sinner , warned be , Who spared not his chosen seed may send his wrath on thee ! " Our day of ...
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... night the wondering earth enchain , While Memnon's orient harp was heard in vain ! — Such musings held the tribes , till now the west With milder influence on their temples prest ; And that portentous cloud which , all the day , Hung ...
... night the wondering earth enchain , While Memnon's orient harp was heard in vain ! — Such musings held the tribes , till now the west With milder influence on their temples prest ; And that portentous cloud which , all the day , Hung ...
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... night , Still in their van , along that dreadful road , And every pause between , as Miriam sang , From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang , And loud and far their stormy chorus spread , - Blazed broad and fierce the brandished ...
... night , Still in their van , along that dreadful road , And every pause between , as Miriam sang , From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang , And loud and far their stormy chorus spread , - Blazed broad and fierce the brandished ...
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The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,Reginald Heber Повний перегляд - 1831 |
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Сторінка 9 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Сторінка 22 - Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be.
Сторінка 285 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Сторінка 278 - Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season — all are ours, to die!
Сторінка 27 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Сторінка 18 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! <#irst Sunbag after %ip|rang.— No.
Сторінка 304 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ; The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Сторінка 18 - His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3.
Сторінка 268 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Сторінка 7 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.