The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1834 - 470 стор. |
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... heart , A human heart . We enter not the worst , But one by God's renewing spirit touched , A Christian heart , awaked from sleep of sin . What seest thou here ? what markst ? Observe it well . Will , passion , reason , hopes , fears ...
... heart , A human heart . We enter not the worst , But one by God's renewing spirit touched , A Christian heart , awaked from sleep of sin . What seest thou here ? what markst ? Observe it well . Will , passion , reason , hopes , fears ...
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... heart to drink From its own treasures draughts of perfect sweet . The Christian faith , which better knew the heart Of man , him thither sent for peace , and thus Declared : Who finds it , let him find it there ; Who finds it not , for ...
... heart to drink From its own treasures draughts of perfect sweet . The Christian faith , which better knew the heart Of man , him thither sent for peace , and thus Declared : Who finds it , let him find it there ; Who finds it not , for ...
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... heart with all superlatives of bliss . But who would that expound , which words scends , Must talk in vain . Behold a meeting scene Of early love , and thence infer its worth . It was an eve of Autumn's holiest mood . The corn fields ...
... heart with all superlatives of bliss . But who would that expound , which words scends , Must talk in vain . Behold a meeting scene Of early love , and thence infer its worth . It was an eve of Autumn's holiest mood . The corn fields ...
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... heart , where passion wove a web Of thousand thousand threads , in grain and hue All different ; then , upward venturing whiles , But reverently , and in his hand , the light Revealed , near the eternal Throne , he gazed ...
... heart , where passion wove a web Of thousand thousand threads , in grain and hue All different ; then , upward venturing whiles , But reverently , and in his hand , the light Revealed , near the eternal Throne , he gazed ...
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... heart , And to thy gentle bidding made his feet Swift minister . Of all mankind , his soul Was most in harmony with heaven : as one Sole family of brothers , sisters , friends , One in their origin , one in their rights To all the ...
... heart , And to thy gentle bidding made his feet Swift minister . Of all mankind , his soul Was most in harmony with heaven : as one Sole family of brothers , sisters , friends , One in their origin , one in their rights To all the ...
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The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One Volume Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,Robert Pollok Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2016 |
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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.