Lyrical, narrative and devotional poemsGeorge Alexander Kohut S. Bacharach, 1913 Paged continuously. CONTENTS.- v.1. Lyrical, narrative and devotional poems.- v.2. Selections from the drama. |
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... God and grace , And wrought me death , and all my race , As long as time shall be . O Lover of the sons of men , Forgive , and call me back again ! " In that same hour I lost the glorious stole Of innocence , that God's own hands had ...
... God and grace , And wrought me death , and all my race , As long as time shall be . O Lover of the sons of men , Forgive , and call me back again ! " In that same hour I lost the glorious stole Of innocence , that God's own hands had ...
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... God's praises , with happy cheer , When the songs of the angels broke on his ear ? And the gray Chaldean plains With a golden radiance shone , As Earth caught full the light that reigns Beside the Eternal Throne . Far off , and low ...
... God's praises , with happy cheer , When the songs of the angels broke on his ear ? And the gray Chaldean plains With a golden radiance shone , As Earth caught full the light that reigns Beside the Eternal Throne . Far off , and low ...
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... God's enemy , and tyrant of mankind . To whom that demon herald , from the wing Alighting , spake : " Thus saith the prince of air , Whose star flames brightest in the van of night , Whom gods and heroes worship , all who sweep On ...
... God's enemy , and tyrant of mankind . To whom that demon herald , from the wing Alighting , spake : " Thus saith the prince of air , Whose star flames brightest in the van of night , Whom gods and heroes worship , all who sweep On ...
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... gods ? " - " Name not the gods , " The princess cried , " the wretched gods of Cain : My mother's God be mine ; they are no gods Whose fleshly fancy doats on mortal clay , Whose love 1 ruin ! Thinkest thou this night I have first ...
... gods ? " - " Name not the gods , " The princess cried , " the wretched gods of Cain : My mother's God be mine ; they are no gods Whose fleshly fancy doats on mortal clay , Whose love 1 ruin ! Thinkest thou this night I have first ...
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... gods have seen : the never - dying stars Gaze on thy loveliness , and thou shalt reign A new Astarte . Bind thy ... god ! But cast away That peevish bauble which thy mother gave , Her hated talisman . ' That word re- called My straggling ...
... gods have seen : the never - dying stars Gaze on thy loveliness , and thou shalt reign A new Astarte . Bind thy ... god ! But cast away That peevish bauble which thy mother gave , Her hated talisman . ' That word re- called My straggling ...
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Էջ 261 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Էջ 115 - I shall see him, but not now: I shall behold him, but not nigh: there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth.
Էջ 143 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Էջ 563 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Էջ 8 - At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the 'first opening bud, and gave ye names ; Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount?
Էջ 562 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Էջ 261 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Էջ 13 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms...
Էջ 153 - Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
Էջ 71 - Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable Name ? Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell : To know it now, resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.