The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1834 - 470 páginas |
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... meet- without some severe self - reproach , that , while it ing of the ancient Society for Promoting Christian was in my power , I have done so much less than I Knowledge , which had for some years been en- ought to have done , to ...
... meet- without some severe self - reproach , that , while it ing of the ancient Society for Promoting Christian was in my power , I have done so much less than I Knowledge , which had for some years been en- ought to have done , to ...
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... meet any other eyes than those for Heaven defend me from having a false friend for whose special perusal the letters were intended . * my vindicator ! " In the same manner did he show the strength of his domestic feelings , when , a few ...
... meet any other eyes than those for Heaven defend me from having a false friend for whose special perusal the letters were intended . * my vindicator ! " In the same manner did he show the strength of his domestic feelings , when , a few ...
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... meet his clergy at dinner at his own house ; and ally to fit them for admission to holy orders , and he certainly excited in many of the members of make them the groundwork of a regular paro- that church a very high degree of respect ...
... meet his clergy at dinner at his own house ; and ally to fit them for admission to holy orders , and he certainly excited in many of the members of make them the groundwork of a regular paro- that church a very high degree of respect ...
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... meet o'er soon our angry king , Whose love we past unheeded by ; Lo this , O Death , thy deadliest sting ! O Grave , and this thy victory ! O Searcher of the secret heart , Who deigned for sinful man to die ! Restore us ere the spirit ...
... meet o'er soon our angry king , Whose love we past unheeded by ; Lo this , O Death , thy deadliest sting ! O Grave , and this thy victory ! O Searcher of the secret heart , Who deigned for sinful man to die ! Restore us ere the spirit ...
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... meet that in such dangerous verse Our every word were pure.— Then , son of Tantalus , receive A plain unvarnished lay ! - My song shall elder fables leave , And of thy parent say , That , when in heaven a favoured guest , He called the ...
... meet that in such dangerous verse Our every word were pure.— Then , son of Tantalus , receive A plain unvarnished lay ! - My song shall elder fables leave , And of thy parent say , That , when in heaven a favoured guest , He called the ...
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The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One Volume Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans,Robert Pollok Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One Volume ... Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One Volume ... Felicia Dorothea Hemans Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 21 - Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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 !
Página 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.