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Strona 10
... wave . “ And thou , blest star of Europe's darkest hour , Whose words were wisdom , and whose counsels power , Whom earth applauded through her peopled shores ! ( Alas ! whom earth too early lost deplores ;-) Young without follies ...
... wave . “ And thou , blest star of Europe's darkest hour , Whose words were wisdom , and whose counsels power , Whom earth applauded through her peopled shores ! ( Alas ! whom earth too early lost deplores ;-) Young without follies ...
Strona 11
... wave In soft , sad murmurs over Inez ' grave . ( 8 ) And cursed the deathful point of Ebro's sword . Now , nerved with hope , their night of slavery past , Lo ! Conquest calls , and beck'ning from afar , Uplifts his laurel wreath , and ...
... wave In soft , sad murmurs over Inez ' grave . ( 8 ) And cursed the deathful point of Ebro's sword . Now , nerved with hope , their night of slavery past , Lo ! Conquest calls , and beck'ning from afar , Uplifts his laurel wreath , and ...
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... wave ; But with the venerable gods they dwell : - No tear bedims their thankful eye , Nor mars their long tranquillity ; While those accursed howl in pangs unspeakable doom Of Rhadamanthus , whom , o'er these his lands HEBER'S POEMS .
... wave ; But with the venerable gods they dwell : - No tear bedims their thankful eye , Nor mars their long tranquillity ; While those accursed howl in pangs unspeakable doom Of Rhadamanthus , whom , o'er these his lands HEBER'S POEMS .
Strona 31
... wave with floating gold.— Hence are their garlands woven - hence their hands Filled with triumphal boughs ; the righteous Who now assembled Greece among , To car - borne. doom Of Rhadamanthus , whom , o'er these his lands , A blameless ...
... wave with floating gold.— Hence are their garlands woven - hence their hands Filled with triumphal boughs ; the righteous Who now assembled Greece among , To car - borne. doom Of Rhadamanthus , whom , o'er these his lands , A blameless ...
Strona 33
... waves the peopled city kiss ; That city which hath blest his bounteous hand , Rearing her goodly bowers on high .— ( 12 ) ... wave , And that dark gloom hast deigned to love Of Ida's holy cave ! On softest Lydian notes to thee I tune the ...
... waves the peopled city kiss ; That city which hath blest his bounteous hand , Rearing her goodly bowers on high .— ( 12 ) ... wave , And that dark gloom hast deigned to love Of Ida's holy cave ! On softest Lydian notes to thee I tune the ...
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The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One Volume ... Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans Podgląd niedostępny - 2018 |
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Strona 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?
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 21 - Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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 !
Strona 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.