The Course of Time: A Poem, in Ten BooksC. Wells, 1839 - Всего страниц: 248 |
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... harp he seized ; The harp he loved - loved better than his life The harp which uttered deepest notes , and held The 68 THE COURSE OF TIME .
... harp he seized ; The harp he loved - loved better than his life The harp which uttered deepest notes , and held The 68 THE COURSE OF TIME .
Стр. 128
... harp ! What harp shall sing the dying sun asleep , And mourn behind the funeral of the moon ! What harp of boundless , deep , exhaustless wo , Shall utter forth the groanings of the damned ; And sing the obsequies of wicked souls ; And ...
... harp ! What harp shall sing the dying sun asleep , And mourn behind the funeral of the moon ! What harp of boundless , deep , exhaustless wo , Shall utter forth the groanings of the damned ; And sing the obsequies of wicked souls ; And ...
Стр. 232
... harp ; The prophet harp , whose wisdom I repeat , Interpreting the voice of distant song , - Watch thus again resumes the lofty verse ; Loftiest , if I interpret faithfully The holy numbers which my spirit hears . Thus came the day - the ...
... harp ; The prophet harp , whose wisdom I repeat , Interpreting the voice of distant song , - Watch thus again resumes the lofty verse ; Loftiest , if I interpret faithfully The holy numbers which my spirit hears . Thus came the day - the ...
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age to age angels bard beneath blasphemy bliss blood blood divine breath burning busked chariots of fire curse damned dark death deeds deep divine drank earth earthly endless endless pain eternal everlasting evermore face fair faith fear fell fools gave gazed glorious glory God's grace grew groan hand happiness harp hast heard heart heaven heavenly hell hills holy honour hope horrid immortal infinite Jehovah light living looked loud lyre mercy Messiah morn mortal mortal vision ne'er night numbers o'er Omnipotent peace praise redeemed retired righteous ROBERT POLLOK rolled rose round sacred saints Satan seemed seen seraph sighs sight sincere sing smiled song sought soul stars stood strange sung sweet taught thee things thou thought throne thunders took truth Twas utter vale virtue voice walked weep wicked winds wing wisdom wished withered wonder words wrath youth