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... glory chase the Tide of Even Back to the hollows , and the caves of ocean ? Back to the underground where things of gloom Hide , from the day - song , in the deep of silence- From hope and sunshine , down in doubt and darkness ? Come ...
... glory chase the Tide of Even Back to the hollows , and the caves of ocean ? Back to the underground where things of gloom Hide , from the day - song , in the deep of silence- From hope and sunshine , down in doubt and darkness ? Come ...
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... glory , Washing cold darkness from the face of beauty ! How pure and blessed is the smile of splendour , Telling of GOD - the MAKER of the morning ! O , how the royal Ruler of the day Putteth to shame our proud illuminations ...
... glory , Washing cold darkness from the face of beauty ! How pure and blessed is the smile of splendour , Telling of GOD - the MAKER of the morning ! O , how the royal Ruler of the day Putteth to shame our proud illuminations ...
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... glory , Demands the night ; where then , if not night came , Would be the mirth of hay - time ? Where the joy Of them who gaily sing the Harvest Home ? Why comes the Tide of Even ? Come and see . Now opens on the view a field of vision ...
... glory , Demands the night ; where then , if not night came , Would be the mirth of hay - time ? Where the joy Of them who gaily sing the Harvest Home ? Why comes the Tide of Even ? Come and see . Now opens on the view a field of vision ...
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... glory , Are mournful and gory ; - " Give peace in our time , O Lord . " O ! peace is a pleasure , A national treasure , A palace with life - jewels stored ; A wealth - laden river , That faileth not ever ! - Give peace in our time , O ...
... glory , Are mournful and gory ; - " Give peace in our time , O Lord . " O ! peace is a pleasure , A national treasure , A palace with life - jewels stored ; A wealth - laden river , That faileth not ever ! - Give peace in our time , O ...
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... glory ! — " Give peace in our time , O Lord . " But still , -in this our vision , -still the sun Shineth with summer splendour as before ! Yet we remember how he once went down , After his cheerful journey round about us , From East to ...
... glory ! — " Give peace in our time , O Lord . " But still , -in this our vision , -still the sun Shineth with summer splendour as before ! Yet we remember how he once went down , After his cheerful journey round about us , From East to ...
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The Tide of Even, and Other Poems, with Tales and Songs John Swain (Writer of Verse ) Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
The Tide Of Even, And Other Poems, With Tales And Songs John Swain (Writer of Verse ). Sin vista previa disponible - 2019 |
The Tide Of Even, And Other Poems, With Tales And Songs John Swain (Writer of Verse ). Sin vista previa disponible - 2019 |
Términos y frases comunes
angel angel band angel song Azim beautiful beneath bilberry bird blessing blest bliss bloom bowers breath bride bright bright eyes brow burning Caliph calm Cashmere charm cheerful clouds cometh dark dear death deep Delhi delight divine doth dream e'en e'er earth eyes Fadladeen fair Feramorz flame flowers gladness gloom glory glow gold golden grace hand happy haram Harvest Home hath heard heart heaven hill holy Holy Valley hope hour Kirklees Hall Lahore Lalla Rookh land light lips lone look lute maid merry Mokanna morn mountain never night o'er pass'd peace Peri POEMS Princess round seraph shining sigh sing skies smile snowdrop song soul spirit splendour Spring stars summer sunshine sweet tell thee There's thine thou thought throne Tide Twas unto vale Veil voice warm wild wind of war wings wonder words wretch young youth Zelica
Pasajes populares
Página 81 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through heaven The triumph of a soul forgiven...
Página 81 - Twas a bright smile the Angel threw From heaven's gate, to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near. " Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done — The gates are passed, and heaven is won ! Oh ! am I not happy?
Página 76 - No, no ! When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too. Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before, like thee, I fade and burn ; Cling to these yet cool lips and share The last pure life that lingers there.
Página 139 - Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee ; But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love, or thrones without ? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness.
Página 140 - A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground...
Página 81 - thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee ; but now — " He hung his head ; each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
Página 77 - O'er all the enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below! Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks Of golden melons on their banks, More golden where the sunlight falls; Gay lizards, glittering on the...
Página 126 - One, — what a rapture is his. Who in moonlight and music thus sweetly may glide O'er the Lake of Cashmere, with that One by his side ! If woman can make the worst wilderness dear. Think, think what a heaven she must make of Cashmere...
Página 97 - I never loved a tree or flower but 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear Gazelle, to glad me with its soft black eye, but when it came to know me well, and love me, it was sure to marry a marketgardener.
Página 27 - And music, too — dear music ! that can touch Beyond all else the soul that loves it much — Now heard far off, so far as but to seem Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream; All was too much for him, too full of bliss, The heart could nothing feel, that felt not this...