The Death of Abel: A Poem. In Five CantosHogg and Company, 1811 - 279 páginas |
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... Awake the eagle - see what exhalations , Arising from the distant mountain's brow , Or from the glittering summit of the rock , Ascend , and mix with the pure atmosphere , Like incense of burnt off'rings from the altar ! 1 115 120 R.W. ...
... Awake the eagle - see what exhalations , Arising from the distant mountain's brow , Or from the glittering summit of the rock , Ascend , and mix with the pure atmosphere , Like incense of burnt off'rings from the altar ! 1 115 120 R.W. ...
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... awake , And , ere the little warblers ' notes are heard From or the branches or the waving spray , Let him spontaneous adoration offer ! Oh , may my solitary song ascend 145 MORNING HYMN . Ere morning's dawn - Oh may I DEATH OF ABEL . 11.
... awake , And , ere the little warblers ' notes are heard From or the branches or the waving spray , Let him spontaneous adoration offer ! Oh , may my solitary song ascend 145 MORNING HYMN . Ere morning's dawn - Oh may I DEATH OF ABEL . 11.
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... awake , and when they look around , They must behold the richness of thy bounties , And in a general chorus sing thy praise ! The time will come , when with the sons of man All the whole earth shall be inhabited : Then shall thy praise ...
... awake , and when they look around , They must behold the richness of thy bounties , And in a general chorus sing thy praise ! The time will come , when with the sons of man All the whole earth shall be inhabited : Then shall thy praise ...
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... awake , ' she mournfully exclaim'd , And trembling laid it on the grass again . 390 395 " Twill not awake ! Alas ! it never will ! ' 400 Tears gush'd now from her eyes .- ' Ah ! ' she resum'd , ' Perhaps , poor little mourner , Oh ...
... awake , ' she mournfully exclaim'd , And trembling laid it on the grass again . 390 395 " Twill not awake ! Alas ! it never will ! ' 400 Tears gush'd now from her eyes .- ' Ah ! ' she resum'd , ' Perhaps , poor little mourner , Oh ...
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... awake , That all the sweet sensations of my heart I may pour forth , and press thee to my bosom ! I love thee , brother ; I with grief behold Thy present pain , and gladly wou'd remove ? That jealousy , which so disturbs thy soul . } Oh ...
... awake , That all the sweet sensations of my heart I may pour forth , and press thee to my bosom ! I love thee , brother ; I with grief behold Thy present pain , and gladly wou'd remove ? That jealousy , which so disturbs thy soul . } Oh ...
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The Death of Abel: A Poem; In Five Cantos (Classic Reprint) Salomon Gessner Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Abel's Adam and Eve ADAM'S Almighty Almighty's altar Anamelech angels anguish approach'd archangels art thou ascend awake behold beloved beneath bird of night blank verse blessed bliss bosom bow'r brother brow Cain CAIN'S CANTO ceas'd celestial charms cheeks clouds consolation corse cou'd countenance cried curs'd curse darkness dear delight despair dreadful dream dust dwell earth embrace eternal ev'n ev'ry EVE'S exclaim'd eyes father of mankind fill'd first-born fix'd flame flee flow'rs fond forgiveness fratricide gaz'd gloomy grief hand happy hast hath heart Heav'n holy horror husband LAMENTATIONS limpid stream look Lord Mahala mercy misery morning mother nature night o'er pain Paradise praise pray'rs press'd rais'd rapture remain'd render'd shade shed Shoberl's silent sinner sister sleep smile sorrow soul spirits stamp'd supplications sweet sweet sensations tears tender tenderly thee Thirza thou thro throne trembling tutelary virtue weep wife wou'd wretched
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Página 190 - Behold, thou hast driven me out this day from the face of the earth; and from thy face shall I be hid: and I shall be a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth; and it shall come to pass, that every one that findeth me shall slay me.
Página 5 - Paradise expell'd — of him, Who fell a victim to fraternal rage, And, to the dust he came from, first return'd, — Strains most sublime!