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... Kings would not play at . " These are no kings ' subjects ! These are the sovereign people , each of whom , Reckons himself superior to a king ! And yet , O shade of Cowper , these make war ; Come forth to fight with coarser , fiercer ...
... Kings would not play at . " These are no kings ' subjects ! These are the sovereign people , each of whom , Reckons himself superior to a king ! And yet , O shade of Cowper , these make war ; Come forth to fight with coarser , fiercer ...
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... king reigned , Men do what seemeth right in their own eyes . Will the skies melt ? fall Will the wide heavens And wrap the earth in ruin ? Strange confusion Already reigns among us ; and misrule Holdeth appointment as prime minister ...
... king reigned , Men do what seemeth right in their own eyes . Will the skies melt ? fall Will the wide heavens And wrap the earth in ruin ? Strange confusion Already reigns among us ; and misrule Holdeth appointment as prime minister ...
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... King . The sons of kings are princes at their birth ; Jesus was born a King , -the King of kings , The Prince of princes , and the Lord of lords . Sing as of old the prophet sung , inspired ; For unto us a holy child is born ; For unto ...
... King . The sons of kings are princes at their birth ; Jesus was born a King , -the King of kings , The Prince of princes , and the Lord of lords . Sing as of old the prophet sung , inspired ; For unto us a holy child is born ; For unto ...
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... kings ! List , to his simple singing ; - " C My life , while here awhile I roam , Has daily wants attendant ; " Twill not be so when I get home , - My Father's independent ! " ROADS AND REMOVALS . OUR Street is call'd a Road , for , lo ...
... kings ! List , to his simple singing ; - " C My life , while here awhile I roam , Has daily wants attendant ; " Twill not be so when I get home , - My Father's independent ! " ROADS AND REMOVALS . OUR Street is call'd a Road , for , lo ...
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... king , I cannot tell . ” 46 66 But ask thou who the stripling is , Who well his work hath done ; When had we victory like this ? Of whom is he the son ? " 66 A stranger is he then to thee , O NGS 119 POEMS , TALES , AND SONGS . The ...
... king , I cannot tell . ” 46 66 But ask thou who the stripling is , Who well his work hath done ; When had we victory like this ? Of whom is he the son ? " 66 A stranger is he then to thee , O NGS 119 POEMS , TALES , AND SONGS . The ...
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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
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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...