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I. WARRIORS and Chiefs ! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord , Heed not the corse , though a king's , in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! II . Thou who art bearing my buckler and ...
I. WARRIORS and Chiefs ! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord , Heed not the corse , though a king's , in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! II . Thou who art bearing my buckler and ...
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201 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
202 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year ; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream. And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step...
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the King's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night, — The morrow proved it true. " Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom...
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - d race ; For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its place of birth, It will not live in other earth. But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers...
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wilt thou withstand the shock? And share with him, the unforgiven, His vulture and his rock? Foredoomed by God — by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock ! He, in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal; had as proudly died!