Hebrew MelodiesJohn Murray, 1815 - 53ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... own ; No ear so dull , no soul so cold , That felt not , fired not to the tone , Till David's Lyre grew mightier than his throne ! II . It told the triumphs of our King , HEBREW MELODIES . 5 The harp the monarch minstrel swept.
... own ; No ear so dull , no soul so cold , That felt not , fired not to the tone , Till David's Lyre grew mightier than his throne ! II . It told the triumphs of our King , HEBREW MELODIES . 5 The harp the monarch minstrel swept.
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... cold : " Such are mine : and such shall be " Thine , to - morrow , when with me : " Ere the coming day is done , " Such shalt thou be , such thy son . " Fare thee well , but for a day ; " Then we mix our mouldering clay . Thou , thy ...
... cold : " Such are mine : and such shall be " Thine , to - morrow , when with me : " Ere the coming day is done , " Such shalt thou be , such thy son . " Fare thee well , but for a day ; " Then we mix our mouldering clay . Thou , thy ...
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... shines , but warms not with its powerless rays ; A night - beam Sorrow watcheth to behold , Distinct , but distant - clear - but , oh how cold ! WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT TO HEBREW MELODIES . 37 Sun of the sleepless!
... shines , but warms not with its powerless rays ; A night - beam Sorrow watcheth to behold , Distinct , but distant - clear - but , oh how cold ! WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT TO HEBREW MELODIES . 37 Sun of the sleepless!
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... cold , my murdered love ! And this dark heart is vainly craving For her who soars alone above , And leaves my soul unworthy saving . III . She's gone , who shared my diadem ; She sunk , with her my joys entombing ; I swept that flower ...
... cold , my murdered love ! And this dark heart is vainly craving For her who soars alone above , And leaves my soul unworthy saving . III . She's gone , who shared my diadem ; She sunk , with her my joys entombing ; I swept that flower ...
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... cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . V. And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With the dew on his brow , and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent , the banners alone , The lances unlifted , the trumpet ...
... cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . V. And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With the dew on his brow , and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent , the banners alone , The lances unlifted , the trumpet ...
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art thou Babel's beam BEAUTY'S BLOOM behold bleeding blood of thy Bloodless blue BOSOM AS FALSE bright COLDNESS WRAPS dark DAUGHTER death deep desolate diadem Disdain'd doom'd earth Eternal FALSE AS THOU fingers forget Galilee glance glow Godless hand HARP THE MONARCH hath hear heart Heaven HEBREW MELODIES HIGH WORLD host hour immortal JORDAN'S BANKS Judah's King LAMENT leaves let thy light lightens o'er living look'd lore Mariamne melting MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT mountain mourn mourner ne'er pass'd pure rays roll'd Salem Salem's Saul SAW THEE shone shrine shroud SIR PETER PARKER SLEEPLESS soar song Sorrow soul grow stood stray SUFFERING CLAY sweet sword tear thine thou art thou canst THOU DEEM'ST thought throne THY DAYS thy fall thy fame Thy glory thy temple tremulous triumph voice WALKS IN BEAUTY wave wax'd weep wept WILD GAZELLE Wisdom's withered WRAPS THIS SUFFERING