The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1831 - 470 |
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... weep ! -for Nature so deplores The friend that leaves us , though for happier shores . And one high tone of triumph o'er thy bier , One strain of solemn rapture be allowed ! Thou that , rejoicing on thy mid - career , Not to decay , but ...
... weep ! -for Nature so deplores The friend that leaves us , though for happier shores . And one high tone of triumph o'er thy bier , One strain of solemn rapture be allowed ! Thou that , rejoicing on thy mid - career , Not to decay , but ...
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... Weep for your country , for your children weep ! trumpet - Vengeance ! thy fiery wing their race pursued ; Thy thirsty poniard blushed with infant blood . Roused at thy call , and panting still for game , The bird of war , the Latian ...
... Weep for your country , for your children weep ! trumpet - Vengeance ! thy fiery wing their race pursued ; Thy thirsty poniard blushed with infant blood . Roused at thy call , and panting still for game , The bird of war , the Latian ...
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... Weep for your country , for your children weep . Luke xxiii . 27 , 28 . Note 35 , page 3 , col . 2 . And the pale parent drank her children's gore . Josephus vi . p . 1275. Ed . Huds . And Tadmor thus , and Syrian Balbec rose . Palmyra ...
... Weep for your country , for your children weep . Luke xxiii . 27 , 28 . Note 35 , page 3 , col . 2 . And the pale parent drank her children's gore . Josephus vi . p . 1275. Ed . Huds . And Tadmor thus , and Syrian Balbec rose . Palmyra ...
Strona 9
... weep a tyrant's single pride ? Thus sadly musing , far my footsteps strayed , Rapt in the visions of the Aonian maid . It was not she , whose lonely voice I hear Fall in soft whispers on my love - lorn ear ; My daily guest , who wont my ...
... weep a tyrant's single pride ? Thus sadly musing , far my footsteps strayed , Rapt in the visions of the Aonian maid . It was not she , whose lonely voice I hear Fall in soft whispers on my love - lorn ear ; My daily guest , who wont my ...
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... weep not o'er thy children's tomb , Oh , Rachel , weep not so ! The bud is cropt by martyrdom . The flower in heaven shall blow ! Firstlings of faith ! the murderer's knife Has missed its deadliest aim : The God for whom they gave their ...
... weep not o'er thy children's tomb , Oh , Rachel , weep not so ! The bud is cropt by martyrdom . The flower in heaven shall blow ! Firstlings of faith ! the murderer's knife Has missed its deadliest aim : The God for whom they gave their ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 18 - His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.