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Página 64
Yet who in Indian bower has stood, But thought on England's “good green wood?
” And blessed, beneath the palmy shade, Her hazel and her hawthorn glade, And
breathed a prayer, (how oft in vain,) To gaze upon her oaks again A truce to ...
Yet who in Indian bower has stood, But thought on England's “good green wood?
” And blessed, beneath the palmy shade, Her hazel and her hawthorn glade, And
breathed a prayer, (how oft in vain,) To gaze upon her oaks again A truce to ...
Página 86
The king on his throne, the bride in her bower, The children of pleasure all feel
the sad hour; The roses are faded, and tasteless the cheer, For the world is
grown old,and judgment is near. The world is grown old,—but should we
complain, ...
The king on his throne, the bride in her bower, The children of pleasure all feel
the sad hour; The roses are faded, and tasteless the cheer, For the world is
grown old,and judgment is near. The world is grown old,—but should we
complain, ...
Página 120
The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade ; The winds that
sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade; The sun that from his amber bower
rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars, their Master's name in silent pomp ...
The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade ; The winds that
sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade; The sun that from his amber bower
rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars, their Master's name in silent pomp ...
Página 177
WHo seeks a goodly bower to raise, Conspicuous to the stranger's eye, With gold
the lintel overlays, And clothes the porch in ivory. So bright, so bold, so wonderful
, The choicest themes of verse I cull, To each high song a frontal high. But lives ...
WHo seeks a goodly bower to raise, Conspicuous to the stranger's eye, With gold
the lintel overlays, And clothes the porch in ivory. So bright, so bold, so wonderful
, The choicest themes of verse I cull, To each high song a frontal high. But lives ...
Página 184
... reign Controls Trincria's ample plain, Hiero, the just, the wise, Whose steamy
offerings rise To Jove, to Ceres, and that darling maid, Whom, rapt in chariot
bright, And horses silver-white, Down to his dusky bower the lord of hell
conveyed.
... reign Controls Trincria's ample plain, Hiero, the just, the wise, Whose steamy
offerings rise To Jove, to Ceres, and that darling maid, Whom, rapt in chariot
bright, And horses silver-white, Down to his dusky bower the lord of hell
conveyed.
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Adrastus Alpheus ancient beam beneath blessed blest blood bore bounteous bower brave breast bright bright promise brow chariot cherub coral strand coursers Cronian crown dare dark dead death Didst dread dwell E’en earth Edom falchion fame fear feeble fiery flame flood flower glorious glory gods grave Greece harp hast hath heart hill holy hope Hosanna hour Israel Jesus Jove joy in heaven king Laius Latian light Lord lyre mercy mortal mourn muse nature’s night nightly numbers o'er ocean pale Pisa's pomp praise prayer pride proud Psaumis race reign rill saints Saviour Scythian shade shore song sons sorrow soul spear spirit spread SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY sway sweet swell sword Syracusa tears Thebes thee thine throne thunder toil tomb tower train tyrant victory warrior waves weep wild wing world is grown wreath yonder youth zeal
Pasajes populares
Página 86 - 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?
Página 137 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Página 93 - 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...
Página 66 - When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay, And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Página 110 - Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee,. Perfect in power, in love, and...
Página 141 - BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven. 2 Their names are graven on the stone, Their bones are in the clay ; And ere another day is done, Ourselves may be as they.
Página 79 - Hosanna, Lord, thine angels cry; Hosanna, Lord, thy saints reply ; Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound ; Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest.
Página 80 - But chiefest in our cleansed breast, Eternal bid Thy Spirit rest; And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy Thee. Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
Página 140 - BREAD of the world, in mercy broken, Wine of the soul, in mercy shed, By Whom th.e words of life were spoken, And in Whose death our sins are dead ; 2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed ; And be Thy feast to us the token That by Thy grace our souls are fed.
Página 91 - Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine?
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Poems |
| Autor | Reginald Heber |
| Editor | C. and E.B. Gill, 1830 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 2 Ene. 2007 |
| Largo | 192 páginas |
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