The Standard Book of Jewish VerseJoseph Friedlander, George Alexander Kohut Dodd, Mead, 1917 - 820ÆäÀÌÁö |
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126 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 unblown.
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life — that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in thee...
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, — They rise, but never set.
126 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...
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, THOU ETERNAL ONE ! whose presence bright All space doth occupy, all motion guide ; Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight ; Thou only God ! There is no God beside ! Being above all beings ! Mighty One Whom none can comprehend and none explore...
xi ÆäÀÌÁö - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
610 ÆäÀÌÁö - Look not thou down but up! To uses of a cup, The festal board, lamp's flash and trumpet's peal, The new wine's foaming flow, The Master's lips aglow! Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou with earth's wheel?
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - In that same hour and hall, the fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, and wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — a solitary hand Along the letters ran, and traced them like a wand.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - HUSHED was the evening hymn, The temple courts were dark, The lamp was burning dim Before the sacred ark, When suddenly a voice divine Rang through the silence of the shrine.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - Along the emblazoned wall. This was the bravest warrior That ever buckled sword; This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth's philosopher Traced, with his golden pen, On the deathless page truths half so sage As he wrote down for men.