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have appeard and are to be had of all booksellers and also from the author himself (Leipzig, Querstr. 9). 1. vol. (7 sheets, 156 poems) in boards 2,2. vol. (7), sheets, 1 of poems) in boards 2,Elegantly bound each volume separately 3,or both volumes purchased together 5,

These poems have been most favorably reviewed by the press both for their contents and purity of biblical language. They are also to be recommended to Universities for exercises in

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CONTENTS.

Invocation . . - - -

. She walks in beauty . . .

The harp the monarch minstrel swept
If that high world
The wild gazelle .

. Oh! weep for those . . . .
On Jordans banks . . . . .
Jephtha's daughter . . . . . .
Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom
My soul is dark . . . . . . .
I saw thee weep . . . . . . . .

Thy days are done . . . . .
Song of Saul before his last battle

Saul - - - - - - -
“All is vanity, saith the Preacher”
When coldness wraps this suffering clay.
Vision of Belshazzar . . . . . . .
Sun of the sleepless! . . . . . . . . .
Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be
Herod's lament for Mariamne .

On the day of the destruction of Jerusalem by Titus .

By the rivers of Babylon we sate down and wept .
The destruction of Sennacherib
A Spirit pass'd before me

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A SPIRIT PASS’D BEFORE ME.

FROM JOB.

SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld so. The face of immortality unveil’d— Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine— And there it stood, all formless—but divine: Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake; And as my damp hair stiffen'd, thus it spake:

“Is man more just than God? Is man more pure Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure? Creatures of clay—vain dwellers in the dust! The moth survives you, and are ye more just? Things of a day! you wither ere the night, Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!”

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