The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1834 - 470 էջ |
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... thee ? Hath not thy voice been here amongst us heard ? And that deep soul of gentleness and power , Have we not felt its breath in every word , Wont from thy lip , as Hermon's dew , to shower ? Yes ! in our hearts thy fervent thoughts ...
... thee ? Hath not thy voice been here amongst us heard ? And that deep soul of gentleness and power , Have we not felt its breath in every word , Wont from thy lip , as Hermon's dew , to shower ? Yes ! in our hearts thy fervent thoughts ...
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... thee , He took thee , and He will restore THE POETICAL WORKS OF REGINALD HEBER , D.D. LORD BISHOP. other ; The far shores of India received thee , and blest , And its lowliest of teachers dared greet as a bro- ther , And love thee ...
... thee , He took thee , and He will restore THE POETICAL WORKS OF REGINALD HEBER , D.D. LORD BISHOP. other ; The far shores of India received thee , and blest , And its lowliest of teachers dared greet as a bro- ther , And love thee ...
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... thee Brandenburgh ! the sound Of Poland's wailings drags thee to the ground ; And , drunk with guilt , thy harlot lips shall know The bitter dregs of Austria's cup of wo . " Enough of vengeance ! O'er the ensanguined plain I gaze and ...
... thee Brandenburgh ! the sound Of Poland's wailings drags thee to the ground ; And , drunk with guilt , thy harlot lips shall know The bitter dregs of Austria's cup of wo . " Enough of vengeance ! O'er the ensanguined plain I gaze and ...
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... thee here ! SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY . OH , God ! by whom the seed is given ; By whom the harvest blest ; Whose word like ... thee ! Blessed was the womb that bore thee ! Mary , mother meek and mild , Blessed was she in her child ! Blessed was ...
... thee here ! SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY . OH , God ! by whom the seed is given ; By whom the harvest blest ; Whose word like ... thee ! Blessed was the womb that bore thee ! Mary , mother meek and mild , Blessed was she in her child ! Blessed was ...
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... thee , my Son ! " saith the Lord . " Prayer shall be made to thee , my Son ! From earth and air and sea , And all that in them be , Which thou for thine heritage hast won ! " " Daily be thou praised , my Son ! " saith the Lord . " Daily ...
... thee , my Son ! " saith the Lord . " Prayer shall be made to thee , my Son ! From earth and air and sea , And all that in them be , Which thou for thine heritage hast won ! " " Daily be thou praised , my Son ! " saith the Lord . " Daily ...
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Էջ 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?
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 21 - Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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 !
Էջ 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.