PoemsC. and E.B. Gill, 1830 - 192 páginas |
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... gave and now withdrew their laggard aid ; Who , when each bosom glowed , each heart beat high , Chilled the pure stream of England's energy , And lost in courtly forms and blind delay The loitered hours of glory's short - lived day ...
... gave and now withdrew their laggard aid ; Who , when each bosom glowed , each heart beat high , Chilled the pure stream of England's energy , And lost in courtly forms and blind delay The loitered hours of glory's short - lived day ...
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... gave . And yet the end is not : from yonder towers , While one Saguntum mocks the victor's powers , While one brave heart defies a servile chain , And one true soldier wields a lance for Spain ; Trust not , vain tyrant , though thy ...
... gave . And yet the end is not : from yonder towers , While one Saguntum mocks the victor's powers , While one brave heart defies a servile chain , And one true soldier wields a lance for Spain ; Trust not , vain tyrant , though thy ...
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... gave On the long mirror of the rosy wave : While its blest beams a sunlike heat supply , Warm every cheek and dance in every eye- To them alone - for Misraim's wizard train Invoke for light their monster - gods in vain : Clouds heaped ...
... gave On the long mirror of the rosy wave : While its blest beams a sunlike heat supply , Warm every cheek and dance in every eye- To them alone - for Misraim's wizard train Invoke for light their monster - gods in vain : Clouds heaped ...
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... gave- The few whom fortune never turned Were withered in the grave . I asked if vice could bliss bestow ? Vice boasted loud and well , But fading from her withered brow , The borrowed roses fell . I sought of feeling , if her skill ...
... gave- The few whom fortune never turned Were withered in the grave . I asked if vice could bliss bestow ? Vice boasted loud and well , But fading from her withered brow , The borrowed roses fell . I sought of feeling , if her skill ...
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Reginald Heber. CHRISTMAS DAY . O , Saviour , whom this holy morn Gave to our world below , To mortal want and labor born , And more than mortal wo ; Incarnate Word , by every grief , By each temptation tried , Who lives to yield our ...
Reginald Heber. CHRISTMAS DAY . O , Saviour , whom this holy morn Gave to our world below , To mortal want and labor born , And more than mortal wo ; Incarnate Word , by every grief , By each temptation tried , Who lives to yield our ...
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Adrastus Alpheus ancient Asturia beam beneath blessed blest blood 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 Freedom's 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 numbers o'er ocean pale Pisa's pomp praise prayer pride proud Psaumis race reign rill saints Saviour Scythian shade shore Sicily song sons sorrow soul spear spirit spread SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY sway sweet swell sword tears Thebes thee Theron's thine throne thunder toil tomb tower train tyrant's victory warrior waves weeping wild wing world is grown wreath yonder youth zeal
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Página 88 - T^'HE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : 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 112 - 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 145 - And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom ! Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died...
Página 95 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.
Página 74 - GOD, that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light, Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night. May Thine angel guards defend us, Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This live-long night.
Página 68 - But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, thy prayers ascend for me.
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 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.