The Hope of the World, and Other PoemsBentley, 1840 - Всего страниц: 203 |
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... sleep in peace In the calm grave , where all their troubles cease ; But on the minds of living men remain The deep , deep wounds that never heal again . Were bloodshed sole and last result of strife , There might be hope for earth's ...
... sleep in peace In the calm grave , where all their troubles cease ; But on the minds of living men remain The deep , deep wounds that never heal again . Were bloodshed sole and last result of strife , There might be hope for earth's ...
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... curious plan , All for the service and the ease of man ; - And , chief of triumphs , in a happy hour , Chanced on the secret of the mighty power That sleeps conceal'd in every drop that flows Round the 36 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD .
... curious plan , All for the service and the ease of man ; - And , chief of triumphs , in a happy hour , Chanced on the secret of the mighty power That sleeps conceal'd in every drop that flows Round the 36 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD .
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Charles Mackay. That sleeps conceal'd in every drop that flows Round the huge earth , or freezes in its snows . Discovery smiled with wonder at the sight , And brisk Invention seized it with delight ; And lo ! puissant STEAM , a servant ...
Charles Mackay. That sleeps conceal'd in every drop that flows Round the huge earth , or freezes in its snows . Discovery smiled with wonder at the sight , And brisk Invention seized it with delight ; And lo ! puissant STEAM , a servant ...
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... sleep ; But ah ! not dreamless , for my brain Conjured a vision full of pain , Most palpable , most deep . * Methought the fierce illimitable sea Had swallow'd up the land . Methought , with one wide sweep , Led by Jehovah's hand , This ...
... sleep ; But ah ! not dreamless , for my brain Conjured a vision full of pain , Most palpable , most deep . * Methought the fierce illimitable sea Had swallow'd up the land . Methought , with one wide sweep , Led by Jehovah's hand , This ...
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... the raging deep , Thy mercy lull the winds to sleep- Then , Father , hear ! In Thee we trust- -to Thee we fly- Guide and protect us , or we die ! The yawning waves around us dash , And shine in ་་་ 74/1 MARINER'S PRAYER DURING A STORM.
... the raging deep , Thy mercy lull the winds to sleep- Then , Father , hear ! In Thee we trust- -to Thee we fly- Guide and protect us , or we die ! The yawning waves around us dash , And shine in ་་་ 74/1 MARINER'S PRAYER DURING A STORM.
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Стр. 76 - Tell me, ye winged winds, That round my pathway roar, Do ye not know some spot Where mortals weep no more? Some lone and pleasant dell, Some valley in the west, Where, free from toil and pain, The weary soul may rest? The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low, And sighed for pity as it answered, — "No.
Стр. 77 - And thou, serenest moon, That with such lovely face Dost look upon the earth, Asleep in night's embrace, Tell me, in all thy round Hast thou not seen some spot Where miserable man May find a happier lot? Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe, And a voice sweet but sad responded,
Стр. 78 - Where grief may find a balm, and weariness a rest? Faith, Hope, and Love, best boons to mortals given, Waved their bright wings, and whispered — " Yes, in Heaven ! * Charles Mackay.
Стр. 195 - ... yellow They'll fill your homes with care and grief, and clothe your backs with tatters ; They'll fill your hearts with evil thoughts ; but never mind !—what matters ? " Though virtue sink, and reason fail, and social ties dissever, I'll be your friend in hour of need, and find you homes for ever; For...
Стр. 196 - The first, it is a spacious house, to all but sots appalling, Where, by the parish bounty fed, vile, in the sunshine crawling, The worn-out drunkard ends his days, and eats the dole of others, A plague and burthen to himself, an eyesore to his brothers.
Стр. 77 - And thou, serenest moon, That with such holy face Dost look upon the Earth Asleep in Night's embrace — Tell me, in all thy round Hast thou not seen some spot Where miserable man Might find a happier lot? Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe, And a voice sweet but sad responded, No.
Стр. 52 - But, Father of the earth, Lord of this boundless sphere, If 'tis Thy high unchanging will That I should linger here ; If 'tis Thy will that I should rove Alone o'er Eden's smiling bowers, Grant that the young birds...
Стр. 77 - Tell me, thou mighty deep, whose billows round me play, Know'st thou some favored spot, some island far away, Where weary man may find the bliss for which he sighs ; Where sorrow never lives, and friendship never dies? The loud waves, rolling in perpetual flow, Stopped for a while, and sighed to answer —
Стр. 158 - And wiping from my cheek the tear, He sat him on the grass beside me, He feigned such pretty, amorous woe, Breathed such sweet vows one after other, I could but smile while whispering low,
Стр. 112 - ... tempest-tost, I go where all things go. ' The rude winds bear me onward As suiteth them, not me, O'er dale, o'er hill, Through good, through ill, As Destiny bears thee. ' What though for me one summer, And threescore for thy breath — I live my span, Thou thine, poor man ! And then adown to death ! ' And thus we go together, For lofty as thy lot And lowly mine, My fate is thine, To die, and be forgot !