The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1834 - Всего страниц: 470 |
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... each grim shape of Wrath and Doubt and Fear ; Defeat and shame in grizzly vision passed , And Vengeance , bought with blood , and glorious Death the last . Then as my gaze their waving eagles met , And 8 HEBER'S POEMS .
... each grim shape of Wrath and Doubt and Fear ; Defeat and shame in grizzly vision passed , And Vengeance , bought with blood , and glorious Death the last . Then as my gaze their waving eagles met , And 8 HEBER'S POEMS .
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... gaze their waving eagles met , And through the night each sparkling bayonet , Still memory told how Austria's evil hour Had felt on Praga's field a Frederic's power , And Gallia's vaunting train , ( 4 ) and Mosco's horde , Had fleshed ...
... gaze their waving eagles met , And through the night each sparkling bayonet , Still memory told how Austria's evil hour Had felt on Praga's field a Frederic's power , And Gallia's vaunting train , ( 4 ) and Mosco's horde , Had fleshed ...
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... gaze Each secret of our soul surveys ! So may such joy , chastised and pure , Beyond the bounds of earth endure ; Nor pleasure in the wounded mind Shall leave a rankling sting behind ! FOR THE SAME . WHEN on her Maker's bosom The new ...
... gaze Each secret of our soul surveys ! So may such joy , chastised and pure , Beyond the bounds of earth endure ; Nor pleasure in the wounded mind Shall leave a rankling sting behind ! FOR THE SAME . WHEN on her Maker's bosom The new ...
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... gaze not idly on our fall , but , sinner , warned be , Who spared not his chosen seed may send his wrath on thee ! " Our day of grace is sunk in night , thy noon is in its prime ; Oh ! turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this ac- cepted ...
... gaze not idly on our fall , but , sinner , warned be , Who spared not his chosen seed may send his wrath on thee ! " Our day of grace is sunk in night , thy noon is in its prime ; Oh ! turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this ac- cepted ...
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... gaze upon her oaks again ? A truce to thought ! the jackal's cry Resounds like sylvan revelry ; And through the trees , yon failing ray Will scantly serve to guide our way . Yet , mark ! as fade the upper skies , Each thicket opes ten ...
... gaze upon her oaks again ? A truce to thought ! the jackal's cry Resounds like sylvan revelry ; And through the trees , yon failing ray Will scantly serve to guide our way . Yet , mark ! as fade the upper skies , Each thicket opes ten ...
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Стр. 16 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save: Like Him, with pardon on his tongue In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in his train?
Стр. 278 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Стр. 17 - 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...
Стр. 21 - Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea...
Стр. 65 - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Стр. 14 - I have trodden the winepress alone ; and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury ; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment. For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the year of my redeemed is come.
Стр. 26 - 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 ransom'd nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! SPRING.
Стр. 305 - The stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Стр. 332 - Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ; Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there, it is there, my child !
Стр. 23 - Lo, the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield ! Hark to nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of Heaven. Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy ; ' Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow : God provideth for the morrow. ' Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose : Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.