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Página 11
... No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait; No prophet bards, thy glittering courts
among, Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song: But lawless Force, and
meagre Want is there, And the quick-darting eye of restless Fear; While cold
Oblivion ...
... No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait; No prophet bards, thy glittering courts
among, Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song: But lawless Force, and
meagre Want is there, And the quick-darting eye of restless Fear; While cold
Oblivion ...
Página 19
... bread with tears: Yet oft their hearts with kindling hopes would burn, Their
destined triumphs, and their glad return, And their sad lyres, which, silent and
unstrung, In mournful ranks on Babel's willows hung, Would oft awake
PALESTINE. 19.
... bread with tears: Yet oft their hearts with kindling hopes would burn, Their
destined triumphs, and their glad return, And their sad lyres, which, silent and
unstrung, In mournful ranks on Babel's willows hung, Would oft awake
PALESTINE. 19.
Página 39
... purple spread In sightly foldings o'er the Grecian bed, Their mimic guard where
sculptured gryphons keep, And Memphian idols watch o'er beauty's sleep To
rouse the slumbering sparks of faint desire With the base tinkling of the Teian lyre
, ...
... purple spread In sightly foldings o'er the Grecian bed, Their mimic guard where
sculptured gryphons keep, And Memphian idols watch o'er beauty's sleep To
rouse the slumbering sparks of faint desire With the base tinkling of the Teian lyre
, ...
Página 65
Still as we pass, from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre; And what is
she, whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane : I know that soul
-entrancing swell! It is, it must be, Philomel! Enough, enough, the rustling trees ...
Still as we pass, from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre; And what is
she, whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane : I know that soul
-entrancing swell! It is, it must be, Philomel! Enough, enough, the rustling trees ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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