Hebrew MelodiesW. Dugdale, 1823 - 36ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... cold , That felt not , fir'd not to the tone , Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne ! 2 . It tola the triumphs of our King , It wafted glory to our God ; It made our gladden'd valleys ring , The cedars bow , the mountains nod ...
... cold , That felt not , fir'd not to the tone , Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne ! 2 . It tola the triumphs of our King , It wafted glory to our God ; It made our gladden'd valleys ring , The cedars bow , the mountains nod ...
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... calls the dead ? " Is it thou Oh King ? Behold , " Bloodless are these limbs , and cold : " Such are mine ; and such shall be " Thine to - morrow , whep with me ; " Ere the coming day is done , " Such 18 HEBREW MELODIES .
... calls the dead ? " Is it thou Oh King ? Behold , " Bloodless are these limbs , and cold : " Such are mine ; and such shall be " Thine to - morrow , whep with me ; " Ere the coming day is done , " Such 18 HEBREW MELODIES .
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... other days , Which 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 . 27.
... other days , Which 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 . 27.
29 ÆäÀÌÁö
... o'er me waving.- But thou art cold , my murder'd love ! And this dark heart is vainly craving For her who soars alone above , And leaves my soul unworthy saving . 3 . She's gone , who shar'd my diadem ; c 3 HEBREW MELODIES. ...
... o'er me waving.- But thou art cold , my murder'd love ! And this dark heart is vainly craving For her who soars alone above , And leaves my soul unworthy saving . 3 . She's gone , who shar'd my diadem ; c 3 HEBREW MELODIES. ...
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... all wide , But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray on the rock - beating surf . HEBREW MELODIES . 5 . And there lay the rider 34 HEBREW MELODIES .
... all wide , But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray on the rock - beating surf . HEBREW MELODIES . 5 . And there lay the rider 34 HEBREW MELODIES .
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art thou Babel's beam BEAUTY'S BLOOM behold blood of thy Bloodless BOSOM AS FALSE bright burst COLDNESS WRAPS dark daughter Death deep desolate diadem Disdain'd doom'd earth eyes FALSE AS THOU Father fingers Galilee glance glitter'd glow godless hand HARP THE MONARCH hath heart Heav'n HEBREW MELODIES HIGH WORLD host immortal JORDAN'S BANKS Judah's King land leaves let thy light lightens o'er living look'd lore Mariamne melting MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT mountain nameless pass'd pure rays roll'd Salem Saul SAW THEE scatter'd seer shade shone shrine shroud Sire sleepless smiles SNATCH'D soar song Sorrow soul grow spirit stood stray SUFFERING CLAY sweet sword tears tender thine thou art thou canst THOU DEEM'ST Thou shalt thought throne THY DAYS Thy fall Thy glory thy temple trace tremulous triumph voice WALKS IN BEAUTY wave wax'd weep wept WILD GAZELLE Wisdom's wither'd WRAPS THIS SUFFERING