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Strona 5
... light . O happy once in Heaven's peculiar love , Delight of men below , and saints above ! Though , Salem , now the spoiler's ruffian hand Has loos'd his hell - hounds o'er thy wasted land ; Though weak , and whelm'd beneath the storms ...
... light . O happy once in Heaven's peculiar love , Delight of men below , and saints above ! Though , Salem , now the spoiler's ruffian hand Has loos'd his hell - hounds o'er thy wasted land ; Though weak , and whelm'd beneath the storms ...
Strona 7
... light in Ophir's wealthy cave ; Yet yours the lot , in proud contentment blest , Where cheerful labour leads to tranquil rest . No robber rage the ripening harvest knows ; And unrestrain'd the generous vintage flows : Nor less your sons ...
... light in Ophir's wealthy cave ; Yet yours the lot , in proud contentment blest , Where cheerful labour leads to tranquil rest . No robber rage the ripening harvest knows ; And unrestrain'd the generous vintage flows : Nor less your sons ...
Strona 10
... light : Not , when fierce conquest urg'd the onward war , And hurl'd stern Canaan from his iron car : Nor , when five monarchs led to Gibeon's fight , In rude array , the harness'd Amorite : Yes - in that hour , by mortal accents stay'd ...
... light : Not , when fierce conquest urg'd the onward war , And hurl'd stern Canaan from his iron car : Nor , when five monarchs led to Gibeon's fight , In rude array , the harness'd Amorite : Yes - in that hour , by mortal accents stay'd ...
Strona 13
... light chisel brush'd the Parian stone ; Yet here fair Science nurs'd her infant fire , Fann'd by the artist aid of friendly Tyre . Then tower'd the palace , then in awful state The Temple rear'd its everlasting gate . No workman steel ...
... light chisel brush'd the Parian stone ; Yet here fair Science nurs'd her infant fire , Fann'd by the artist aid of friendly Tyre . Then tower'd the palace , then in awful state The Temple rear'd its everlasting gate . No workman steel ...
Strona 14
... light . Lo , star - led chiefs Assyrian odours bring , And bending Magi seek their infant King ! Mark'd ye , where , hov'ring o'er his radiant head , The dove's white wings celestial glory shed ? Daughter of Sion ! virgin queen ...
... light . Lo , star - led chiefs Assyrian odours bring , And bending Magi seek their infant King ! Mark'd ye , where , hov'ring o'er his radiant head , The dove's white wings celestial glory shed ? Daughter of Sion ! virgin queen ...
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Strona 127 - And I saw no temple therein : for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. 23 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.
Strona 133 - 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.
Strona 122 - And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worshipped, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever.
Strona 122 - 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.
Strona 127 - Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones : Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you and ye shall live, and I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live, and ye shall know that I am the Lord.
Strona 126 - And I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increase of the field, that ye shall receive no more reproach of famine among the heathen.
Strona 126 - And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the glory of God...
Strona 18 - O'er his still breast a tearful fervour stole, And softer sorrows charm'd the mourner's soul. Oh, lives there one, who mocks his artless zeal — Too proud to worship, and too wise to feel ? Be his the soul with wintry reason blest, The dull, lethargic sovereign of the breast ! Be his the life that creeps in dead repose, No joy that sparkles, and no tear that flows ! Far other they who rear'd yon pompous shrine, And bade the rock with Parian marble shine.
Strona 4 - Where now thy might, which all those kings ), subdued ? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy temple wait ; No...
Strona 14 - Clap the glad hand and lift th' exulting voice ! He comes, — but not in regal splendour drest, The haughty diadem, the Tyrian vest ; Not arm'd in flame, all-glorious from afar, Of hosts the chieftain, and the lord of war : Messiah comes ! — let furious discord cease ; Be peace on earth before the Prince of Peace ! Disease and anguish feel His blest...