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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... WILD Gazelle THE PALM TREE PALESTINE JERUSALEM MOUNT CARMEL THE NEW JERUSALEM THE JEWISH PILGRIM .. THE VALLEY OF JEHOSHAPHAT . JUDEA BUT WHO SHALL SEE ?. THE LATTER DAY ... " AND ZION BE THE GLORY YET " ZION'S MORNING THE HARP OF ZION ...
... WILD Gazelle THE PALM TREE PALESTINE JERUSALEM MOUNT CARMEL THE NEW JERUSALEM THE JEWISH PILGRIM .. THE VALLEY OF JEHOSHAPHAT . JUDEA BUT WHO SHALL SEE ?. THE LATTER DAY ... " AND ZION BE THE GLORY YET " ZION'S MORNING THE HARP OF ZION ...
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... wild woods for- lorn ? Should God create another Eve , and I Another rib afford , yet loss of thee Would never from my heart ; no , no , I feel The link of nature draw me : flesh of flesh , Bone of my bone thou art , and from thy state ...
... wild woods for- lorn ? Should God create another Eve , and I Another rib afford , yet loss of thee Would never from my heart ; no , no , I feel The link of nature draw me : flesh of flesh , Bone of my bone thou art , and from thy state ...
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... wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure , accustomed to immortal fruits ? JOHN MILTON ( 1608-1674 ) . THE LEGEND OF THE DEAD LAMBS . DEATH , though already in the world , as yet Had only tried his timorous tooth to whet On ...
... wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure , accustomed to immortal fruits ? JOHN MILTON ( 1608-1674 ) . THE LEGEND OF THE DEAD LAMBS . DEATH , though already in the world , as yet Had only tried his timorous tooth to whet On ...
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... Wild stories from the sighing of the rill ! - Spirit of beauty ! on thy viewless wings , That bringest visions to the dreamer's heart , Shapes of the vanished - low , sweet murmurings Of long - hushed voices ! -Prophetess of art ...
... Wild stories from the sighing of the rill ! - Spirit of beauty ! on thy viewless wings , That bringest visions to the dreamer's heart , Shapes of the vanished - low , sweet murmurings Of long - hushed voices ! -Prophetess of art ...
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George Alexander Kohut. Were naught to this wild agony of thought That racks my boding breast . " So mourn'd our mother , in her secret heart , With presage all too true ; And often from the midnight dream would start , Her forehead ...
George Alexander Kohut. Were naught to this wild agony of thought That racks my boding breast . " So mourn'd our mother , in her secret heart , With presage all too true ; And often from the midnight dream would start , Her forehead ...
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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...
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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.