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Página 39
... faint desire With the base tinkling of the Teian lyre , . While youth ' s enervate
glance and gloating age Hang o ' er the inazy waltz , or pageant EUROPE . . 39.
... faint desire With the base tinkling of the Teian lyre , . While youth ' s enervate
glance and gloating age Hang o ' er the inazy waltz , or pageant EUROPE . . 39.
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And you , illustrious dead , whose spirits speak In every flush that tints the student
' s cheek , As , wearied with the world , he seeks again The page of better times
and greater men ; If with pure worship we your steps pursue , And youth , and ...
And you , illustrious dead , whose spirits speak In every flush that tints the student
' s cheek , As , wearied with the world , he seeks again The page of better times
and greater men ; If with pure worship we your steps pursue , And youth , and ...
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Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth ' s soft cheek decay , And Fate
descend in sudden night On manhood ' s middle day . Our eyes have seen the
steps of age Halt feebly towards the tomb , And yet shall earth our hearts engage
, And ...
Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth ' s soft cheek decay , And Fate
descend in sudden night On manhood ' s middle day . Our eyes have seen the
steps of age Halt feebly towards the tomb , And yet shall earth our hearts engage
, And ...
Página 183
I feel the sympathetic flame of kindred love ; - a Theban I , Whose parent nymph
from Arcady ( Metope ' s daughter , Thebe ) came . Dear fountain goddess ,
warrior maid , By whose pure rills my youth hath played ; Who OF PINDAR . 183.
I feel the sympathetic flame of kindred love ; - a Theban I , Whose parent nymph
from Arcady ( Metope ' s daughter , Thebe ) came . Dear fountain goddess ,
warrior maid , By whose pure rills my youth hath played ; Who OF PINDAR . 183.
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By whose pure rills my youth hath played ; Who now assembled Greece among ,
To car - borne chiefs and warriors strong , Have wove the many - colored song .
Then , minstrel , bid thy chorus rise To Juno , queen of deities , Parthenian lady ...
By whose pure rills my youth hath played ; Who now assembled Greece among ,
To car - borne chiefs and warriors strong , Have wove the many - colored song .
Then , minstrel , bid thy chorus rise To Juno , queen of deities , Parthenian lady ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient beneath blessed blood bore brave breast bright crown dare dark dead dear death deep doubt dread dwell earth faith fall fame fear feel field fire flood flower gave given glory gods gone grace grave green hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hill holy hope Hosanna hour king land light live Lord mortal mountain mourn night o'er pain peace plain poor praise prayer pride proud race reared rest rise roll rose round saints Saviour seek shade shore song sons sorrow soul sound spirit spread star storm strength strong SUNDAY sweet swell sword tears tell thee thine thou throne thunder toil tomb train TRINITY turn vain victory voice warrior waves weep wheels wide wild wind wing wreath yonder youth
Pasajes populares
Página 112 - Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide Thee, 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 purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty...
Página 88 - 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 139 - 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 95 - 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 140 - 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 ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! HEBEK.
Página 142 - 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 81 - Hosanna to the incarnate Word ! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let heaven, hosanna sing. 2 " Hosanna, Lord ! " thine angels cry. " Hosanna, Lord ! " thy saints reply; Above, beneath us, and around.
Página 82 - So in the last and dreadful day. When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again, Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest.
Página 93 - His head with the beasts of the stall : Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.
Página 139 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown : The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Poe, s |
| Autor | Reginald Heber (bp. of Calcutta.) |
| Publicado | 1830 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 26 Sep. 2006 |
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