The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1831 - 470 páginas |
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... sword , which , red with heathen gore , A giant spoil , the stripling champion bore ; By him , the chief to farthest India known , The mighty master of the iv'ry throne ; ( 23 ) In heaven's own strength , high towering o'er her foes ...
... sword , which , red with heathen gore , A giant spoil , the stripling champion bore ; By him , the chief to farthest India known , The mighty master of the iv'ry throne ; ( 23 ) In heaven's own strength , high towering o'er her foes ...
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... sword in vain . Still o'er her sky the clouds of anger roll , And God's revenge hangs heavy on her soul . Yet shall she rise ; -but not by war restored , Not built in murder , -planted by the sword . Yes , Salem , thou shalt rise : thy ...
... sword in vain . Still o'er her sky the clouds of anger roll , And God's revenge hangs heavy on her soul . Yet shall she rise ; -but not by war restored , Not built in murder , -planted by the sword . Yes , Salem , thou shalt rise : thy ...
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... sword . The invasions of the civilized parts of Asia by the Arabian and Turkish Mahometans . Note 41 , page 4 , col . 1 . The wandering hermit waked the storm of war . Peter the hermit . The world has been so long accustomed to hear the ...
... sword . The invasions of the civilized parts of Asia by the Arabian and Turkish Mahometans . Note 41 , page 4 , col . 1 . The wandering hermit waked the storm of war . Peter the hermit . The world has been so long accustomed to hear the ...
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... sword . Oh ! yet , I deemed , that Fate , by justice led , Might wreathe once more the veteran's silver head ; That Europe's ancient pride would yet disdain The cumbrous sceptre of a single reign ; That conscious right would tenfold ...
... sword . Oh ! yet , I deemed , that Fate , by justice led , Might wreathe once more the veteran's silver head ; That Europe's ancient pride would yet disdain The cumbrous sceptre of a single reign ; That conscious right would tenfold ...
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... sword . Now , nerved with hope , their night of slavery past , Each heart beats high in freedom's buxom blast ; Lo ! Conquest calls , and beck'ning from afar , Uplifts his laurel wreath , and waves them on to war . -Wo to th ' usurper ...
... sword . Now , nerved with hope , their night of slavery past , Each heart beats high in freedom's buxom blast ; Lo ! Conquest calls , and beck'ning from afar , Uplifts his laurel wreath , and waves them on to war . -Wo to th ' usurper ...
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ancient art thou banners bard beauty beneath blessed blest blood brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burning 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 lonely 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
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Página 9 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Página 22 - Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be.
Página 285 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Página 278 - Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season — all are ours, to die!
Página 27 - 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 ! 727 Psalm 60.
Página 18 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! <#irst Sunbag after %ip|rang.— No.
Página 304 - 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.
Página 18 - His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3.
Página 268 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 7 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.