Lyrical, narrative and devotional poemsGeorge Alexander Kohut S. Bacharach, 1913 Paged continuously. CONTENTS.- v.1. Lyrical, narrative and devotional poems.- v.2. Selections from the drama. |
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... Night . Though he had moved , acknowledged king , Amid the world of life , Fear bowed the weak , fear stilled the ... night , Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in Heaven , On earth join , all ye creatures , to extol Him first , him last ...
... Night . Though he had moved , acknowledged king , Amid the world of life , Fear bowed the weak , fear stilled the ... night , Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in Heaven , On earth join , all ye creatures , to extol Him first , him last ...
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... night he laid the dead lambs on the grass . That night still colder than the other was , And when the morning broke there were two more Dead lambs to carry . Adam took the four , And in his arms he bore them , no great way , Till ...
... night he laid the dead lambs on the grass . That night still colder than the other was , And when the morning broke there were two more Dead lambs to carry . Adam took the four , And in his arms he bore them , no great way , Till ...
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... night the cold was bitter strong . Warm fleeces to keep out the freezing wind Have those six lambkins thou hast left behind ; But they will never need them any more . Go , fetch them here ! and I will make , before This day be done ...
... night the cold was bitter strong . Warm fleeces to keep out the freezing wind Have those six lambkins thou hast left behind ; But they will never need them any more . Go , fetch them here ! and I will make , before This day be done ...
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... night : And O how welcome was the morning light ! ANONYMOUS . THE DEATH OF ADAM . ' T WAS Adam at the gates of Paradise ; Sick with the world's first sickness , prostrate , pale , Low lay he , in his pain . And they made wail That stood ...
... night : And O how welcome was the morning light ! ANONYMOUS . THE DEATH OF ADAM . ' T WAS Adam at the gates of Paradise ; Sick with the world's first sickness , prostrate , pale , Low lay he , in his pain . And they made wail That stood ...
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... night's night of misery was most black , A little star came twinkling up within , And in myself I had a guide that led , And in myself had knowledge of a soul . Fear not , O Adam and O Eve : I go . Children of Lamech , listen to my ...
... night's night of misery was most black , A little star came twinkling up within , And in myself I had a guide that led , And in myself had knowledge of a soul . Fear not , O Adam and O Eve : I go . Children of Lamech , listen to my ...
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261 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 wither'd and strown.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - I shall see him, but not now: I shall behold him, but not nigh: there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
563 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the 'first opening bud, and gave ye names ; Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount?
562 ÆäÀÌÁö - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
261 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...
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms...
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable Name ? Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell : To know it now, resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.