Wrinkles: From the Brow of Experience, and Other PoemsJames Woodmansee, 1860 - 179 páginas |
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... tears , And trusts his God with doubts and fears . V. Man oft builds Babel to defy his God , Till Satan - like he falls - smote with the rod . VI . Frail Man ! O , let him crawl in dust- And tortoise - like , or fall he must . VII . Man ...
... tears , And trusts his God with doubts and fears . V. Man oft builds Babel to defy his God , Till Satan - like he falls - smote with the rod . VI . Frail Man ! O , let him crawl in dust- And tortoise - like , or fall he must . VII . Man ...
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... tears . IX : Man leaves Life's banquet with a sigh , To fast with dread - Eternity WOMAN . WRINKLE I. There is a magnet in fair Woman's charms That draw'th e'en sacred Wisdom to her arms ! And there is loadstone too , within her smiles ...
... tears . IX : Man leaves Life's banquet with a sigh , To fast with dread - Eternity WOMAN . WRINKLE I. There is a magnet in fair Woman's charms That draw'th e'en sacred Wisdom to her arms ! And there is loadstone too , within her smiles ...
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... tears . III . This Earth , is but a hollow globe For all to ring , and see What Solomon sighed out to find- An empty vanity . IV . Vain Cowards talk e'er Battle is begun , But Heroes triumph , after victories won . V. A loving Saviour ...
... tears . III . This Earth , is but a hollow globe For all to ring , and see What Solomon sighed out to find- An empty vanity . IV . Vain Cowards talk e'er Battle is begun , But Heroes triumph , after victories won . V. A loving Saviour ...
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... Tears , groans of Earth , for joys immortal give ! Well may he shout , firm stand on brink of death And Victory claim e'en in the battle's heat . Death's door unlock'd , he wakes in Jesus ' arms , Soul plumes her wings for ...
... Tears , groans of Earth , for joys immortal give ! Well may he shout , firm stand on brink of death And Victory claim e'en in the battle's heat . Death's door unlock'd , he wakes in Jesus ' arms , Soul plumes her wings for ...
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... tear That falls upon the urn of those we love , And ' lumes with Glory's light the Vale of Death ; It smooths the deep death - steep , and lets us down Softly to tomb , as downy feather's fall , Oblivion's foe is Immortality- Eternal ...
... tear That falls upon the urn of those we love , And ' lumes with Glory's light the Vale of Death ; It smooths the deep death - steep , and lets us down Softly to tomb , as downy feather's fall , Oblivion's foe is Immortality- Eternal ...
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Angel Apocrypha Babe beautiful Beelzebub behold bless'd blood breath bright brow celestial Christian Closing Scene crown Daguerreotypes dark Death Deity divine doth dreadful dreams dust dwells E'en e'er Earth Eolian Epic Eternity evermore face fall fell fire foes Folly Folly's fools forever Frail gems Genius give glory God's grave groan happy Harp hath heart Heaven heavenly Hell holy Homer Iliad immortal Invocation Jesus John Calvin King Life's light little heaven live look'd looks loveliness lyre Man-the Man's mankind mighty Milton mind Mortality Mother Nature's neath night o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Peace Poem Pollok Religion Renown robe round sacred Satan Savior silly fool sleep smile song soul soul's speak spirit stars sublime sweet tears thee things thou thought thro throne Time's tomb tongue Truth Typhon vale Virtue Virtue's wakes weep wing Wisdom wonder Woodmansee WRINKLE Yond
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Página 177 - Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian or Earth-born, that warred on Jove, Briareos or Typhon, whom the den By ancient Tarsus held, or that sea-beast Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean-stream.
Página 177 - Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, 195 Lay floating many a rood...
Página 177 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him haply slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Página 163 - Hold my right hand, Almighty ! and me teach To strike the lyre, but seldom struck, to notes Harmonious with the morning stars, and pure As those by sainted bards and angels sung, Which wake the echoes of Eternity ; That fools may hear and tremble, and the wise, Instructed, listen of ages yet to come.
Página 46 - ... months a professing Christian. Her :race was short, and her end triumphant. O glorious hope of immortality ! O transporting thought ! Julia yet lives, and lives for ever. Surely if there is any one word that carries peculiar sweetness in its sound, it is this word immortality. It is this that dries the tear that falls upon the urn of those we love. It is this that reconciles the soul to