The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1834 - 470 стор. |
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... dread , And sounds that burst the slumbers of the dead . Hence all his might ; for who could these oppose ? And Tadmor thus , and Syrian Balbec rose . ( 25 ) Yet e'en the works of toiling Genii fall , And raise from earth thy long ...
... dread , And sounds that burst the slumbers of the dead . Hence all his might ; for who could these oppose ? And Tadmor thus , and Syrian Balbec rose . ( 25 ) Yet e'en the works of toiling Genii fall , And raise from earth thy long ...
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... dread , By northern Brenn or Scythian Timur led , ( 44 ) Nor such the heart - inspiring zeal that bore United Greece to Phrygia's reedy shore ! Oh day of death ! Oh thirst , beyond control , Of crimson conquest in th ' invader's soul ...
... dread , By northern Brenn or Scythian Timur led , ( 44 ) Nor such the heart - inspiring zeal that bore United Greece to Phrygia's reedy shore ! Oh day of death ! Oh thirst , beyond control , Of crimson conquest in th ' invader's soul ...
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... dread season when th ' indignant North Poured to vain wars her tardy numbers forth , When Frederic bent his ear to Europe's cry , And fanned too late the flame of liberty ; By feverish hope oppressed , and anxious thought , In Dresden's ...
... dread season when th ' indignant North Poured to vain wars her tardy numbers forth , When Frederic bent his ear to Europe's cry , And fanned too late the flame of liberty ; By feverish hope oppressed , and anxious thought , In Dresden's ...
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... dread the step - dame sway of unaccustomed war ! They fight , they bleed ! -Oh ! had that blood been shed When Charles and Valour Austria's armies led ; Had these stood forth the righteous cause to shield , When victory wavered on ...
... dread the step - dame sway of unaccustomed war ! They fight , they bleed ! -Oh ! had that blood been shed When Charles and Valour Austria's armies led ; Had these stood forth the righteous cause to shield , When victory wavered on ...
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... dread justice on a shrinking world ! Go , vanquished victor , bend thy proud helm down Before thy sullen tyrant's steely crown . For him in Afric's sands , and Poland's snows , Reared by thy toil the shadowy laurel grows ; And rank in ...
... dread justice on a shrinking world ! Go , vanquished victor , bend thy proud helm down Before thy sullen tyrant's steely crown . For him in Afric's sands , and Poland's snows , Reared by thy toil the shadowy laurel grows ; And rank in ...
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Сторінка 16 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save: Like Him, with pardon on his tongue In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in his train?
Сторінка 278 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Сторінка 17 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Сторінка 21 - Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea...
Сторінка 65 - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Сторінка 14 - I have trodden the winepress alone ; and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury ; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment. For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the year of my redeemed is come.
Сторінка 26 - 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 ransom'd nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! SPRING.
Сторінка 305 - 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 332 - Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ; Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there, it is there, my child !
Сторінка 23 - Lo, the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield ! Hark to nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of Heaven. Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy ; ' Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow : God provideth for the morrow. ' Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose : Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.