The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1834 - Всего страниц: 470 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 99
Стр. 3
... night o'er- spread ! Thou sick'ning sun , so dark , so deep , so red ! Ye hov'ring ghosts , that throng the starless air , Why shakes the earth ? why fades the light ? de- clare ! Are those his limbs , with ruthless scourges torn ? His ...
... night o'er- spread ! Thou sick'ning sun , so dark , so deep , so red ! Ye hov'ring ghosts , that throng the starless air , Why shakes the earth ? why fades the light ? de- clare ! Are those his limbs , with ruthless scourges torn ? His ...
Стр. 11
... night of slavery past , Lo ! Conquest calls , and beck'ning from afar , Uplifts his laurel wreath , and waves them on to war . They bless the call who dared the first withstand ( 9 ) Each heart beats high in freedom's buxom blast ; The ...
... night of slavery past , Lo ! Conquest calls , and beck'ning from afar , Uplifts his laurel wreath , and waves them on to war . They bless the call who dared the first withstand ( 9 ) Each heart beats high in freedom's buxom blast ; The ...
Стр. 38
... night the wondering earth enchain , While Memnon's orient harp was heard in vain ! -Giver and Lord of freedom , help the slave ! — ' Mid blazing helms and bucklers rough with gold Saw ye how swift the scythed chariot rolled ? Lo , these ...
... night the wondering earth enchain , While Memnon's orient harp was heard in vain ! -Giver and Lord of freedom , help the slave ! — ' Mid blazing helms and bucklers rough with gold Saw ye how swift the scythed chariot rolled ? Lo , these ...
Стр. 39
... night , Still in their van , along that dreadful road , And every pause between , as Miriam sang , From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang , And loud and far their stormy chorus spread , — Blazed broad and fierce the brandished ...
... night , Still in their van , along that dreadful road , And every pause between , as Miriam sang , From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang , And loud and far their stormy chorus spread , — Blazed broad and fierce the brandished ...
Стр. 42
... night ! May thine angel guards defend us , Slumber sweet thy mercy send us , Holy dreams and hopes attend us , This livelong night ! TO LIEUTENANT - GENERAL , SIR ROWLAND HILL , K. B. HILL ! whose high daring with renewed success Hath ...
... night ! May thine angel guards defend us , Slumber sweet thy mercy send us , Holy dreams and hopes attend us , This livelong night ! TO LIEUTENANT - GENERAL , SIR ROWLAND HILL , K. B. HILL ! whose high daring with renewed success Hath ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One Volume Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,Robert Pollok Недоступно для просмотра - 2016 |
The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One Volume ... Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans Недоступно для просмотра - 2018 |
The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One Volume ... Felicia Dorothea Hemans Недоступно для просмотра - 2018 |
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
ancient art thou banners bard beauty beneath blessed blood brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burning cheek cloud Conradin crown dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dust dwell e'en earth Elmina eternal evermore fair faith falchion fame fear flowers fount gaze gleam gloom glorious glory glow Gonzalez grave grief harp hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour hushed land light lone look Lord lyre METASTASIO midst mighty Montalba Moorish mortal mournful ne'er night Note numbers o'er pale passed Procida proud Provençal Raimond repose rocks rose round scene shade shore shrine Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft song soul sound Spain spirit stars stood stranger's heart stream sweet swell sword tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb tone Twas unto voice wake wave weep wild wind youth
Популярные отрывки
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.