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Página 118
Oor little Enoch sleeps upon yon hed Of leaves, heneath the cypress, — , • •»#•
Its hranches Shut out the sun like night, and therefore seem Fitting to shadow
slumher. CAIN. How lovely he appears! his little cheeks, In their pure incarnation,
...
Oor little Enoch sleeps upon yon hed Of leaves, heneath the cypress, — , • •»#•
Its hranches Shut out the sun like night, and therefore seem Fitting to shadow
slumher. CAIN. How lovely he appears! his little cheeks, In their pure incarnation,
...
Página 192
The thunder on her slumher hroke : — God spake the word of wrath ! Her dream
was done. Yet, in her final night, amid her stood Immortal messenger, and
pausing Heaven Pleaded with man, hut she was quite imhued, Her last hour
waned, ...
The thunder on her slumher hroke : — God spake the word of wrath ! Her dream
was done. Yet, in her final night, amid her stood Immortal messenger, and
pausing Heaven Pleaded with man, hut she was quite imhued, Her last hour
waned, ...
Página 197
And the first-horn of Egypt are dying around ; 'lis a sigh — 'tis a moan — and then
slumher more sound : They hut wake from their sleep, and their spirits have fled-
They hut wake into life, to repose with the dead. And there, lay the infant still ...
And the first-horn of Egypt are dying around ; 'lis a sigh — 'tis a moan — and then
slumher more sound : They hut wake from their sleep, and their spirits have fled-
They hut wake into life, to repose with the dead. And there, lay the infant still ...
Página 247
And well those features sweet we trace, Which hover on that angel face ; He
seems enwrapt in slumher deep— Ah, Edwin! 'tis thy long, last sleep! The chill of
death is on that cheek— Those lips shall never silence hreak; No son I is in that ...
And well those features sweet we trace, Which hover on that angel face ; He
seems enwrapt in slumher deep— Ah, Edwin! 'tis thy long, last sleep! The chill of
death is on that cheek— Those lips shall never silence hreak; No son I is in that ...
Página 266
Ah ! sweetly they slumher, nor hope, love, nor fear. Such is the love that shines
around, In palace, hall, or cot; The looks that heam, the words that sound, The joy
that decks the spot, The hymn floats softly through the vale, The scent of flowers ...
Ah ! sweetly they slumher, nor hope, love, nor fear. Such is the love that shines
around, In palace, hall, or cot; The looks that heam, the words that sound, The joy
that decks the spot, The hymn floats softly through the vale, The scent of flowers ...
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ahove angels charms clouds dark dead death deep didst divine doth dwell earth eternal fair fear flowers gaze Gethsemane gloom glorious glory golden grace grave hail hand hark hast hath heam hear heart heauty heaven heen hefore hehold helow hend heneath hirds hirth hlast hlaze hless hlest hliss hlood hloom hlossoms hlow hlue hope hosom hoth hour hreak hreast hreath hreeze hright hring hroke hrow huds humhle hurning immortal Jehovah Lamh light living Lord mighty morning mortal mountains nature's night o'er ohey pale peace praise pride rise rohe rose round scene seraphs shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep slumher smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars storm stream suhlime sweet tears tempest thee thine thon thou art thought thro throne tomh tremhling Twas vale voice wave wild winds wings
Pasajes populares
Página 234 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 92 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan. Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Página 85 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory.
Página 184 - Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost ; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away.
Página 120 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Página 218 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Página 21 - LET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Página 166 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing. Plenteous...
Página 230 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Página 178 - Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Moral and sacred poetry, selected by T. Willcocks and T. Horton |
| Autor | Moral and sacred poetry |
| Editor | Thomas Willcocks |
| Publicado | 1829 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 28 Mar 2006 |
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