Hebrew MelodiesJohn Murray, 1815 - 53 էջ |
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... hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou - who tell'st me to forget , Thy looks are wan , thine eyes are wet . MY SOUL IS DARK . I. MY SOUL IS DARK 16 HEBREW MELODIES .
... hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou - who tell'st me to forget , Thy looks are wan , thine eyes are wet . MY SOUL IS DARK . I. MY SOUL IS DARK 16 HEBREW MELODIES .
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... look away from the foe , Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet . III . Farewell to others , but never we part 24 HEBREW MELODIES . Song of Saul before his last battle Saul.
... look away from the foe , Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet . III . Farewell to others , but never we part 24 HEBREW MELODIES . Song of Saul before his last battle Saul.
Էջ 34
... look , And tremulous his voice . " Let the men of lore appear , " The wisest of the earth , " And expound the words of fear , “ Which mar our royal mirth . ” IV . Chaldea's seers are good , But here they 34 HEBREW MELODIES .
... look , And tremulous his voice . " Let the men of lore appear , " The wisest of the earth , " And expound the words of fear , “ Which mar our royal mirth . ” IV . Chaldea's seers are good , But here they 34 HEBREW MELODIES .
Էջ 42
... looks on thy once holy dome I beheld thee , Oh SION ! when rendered to Rome : ' Twas thy last sun went down , and the flames of thy fall Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall . II . I look'd for thy temple , I look'd for my ...
... looks on thy once holy dome I beheld thee , Oh SION ! when rendered to Rome : ' Twas thy last sun went down , and the flames of thy fall Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall . II . I look'd for thy temple , I look'd for my ...
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... looks proudly on that hill , The land - mark to the double tide That purpling rolls on either side , As if their waters chafed to meet , Yet pause and crouch beneath her feet . But could the blood before her shed Since first Timoleon's ...
... looks proudly on that hill , The land - mark to the double tide That purpling rolls on either side , As if their waters chafed to meet , Yet pause and crouch beneath her feet . But could the blood before her shed Since first Timoleon's ...
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Էջ 4 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Էջ 46 - 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 withered and strown.
Էջ 4 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Էջ 47 - 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 withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Էջ 49 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
Էջ 14 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Էջ 52 - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Էջ 38 - The dread of vanish'd shadows. Are they so ? Is not the past all shadow ! What are they ' Creations of the mind ? The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, — and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
Էջ 37 - A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never...
Էջ 40 - Which colour'd all his objects:— he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony. But she in these fond feelings had no share: Her sighs were not for him; to her he was Even as a brother— but no more...