The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1834 - 470ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... tears ; Yet oft their hearts with kindling hopes would Love , strong as Death , retained his might no burn , And dire Debate , and clamorous Strife were there : more , Their destined triumphs , and their glad return , And their sad ...
... tears ; Yet oft their hearts with kindling hopes would Love , strong as Death , retained his might no burn , And dire Debate , and clamorous Strife were there : more , Their destined triumphs , and their glad return , And their sad ...
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... tears shall flow for thee . Oh ! hadst thou known thy day of grace , and flocked beneath the wing Of him who called thee lovingly , thine own anoint- ed King , Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to see , And glory ...
... tears shall flow for thee . Oh ! hadst thou known thy day of grace , and flocked beneath the wing Of him who called thee lovingly , thine own anoint- ed King , Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to see , And glory ...
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... tears by sinners shed , And be thy feast to us the token That by thy grace our souls are fed ! AT A FUNERAL . BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead , Above us is the heaven ! Their ...
... tears by sinners shed , And be thy feast to us the token That by thy grace our souls are fed ! AT A FUNERAL . BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead , Above us is the heaven ! Their ...
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... tears that glisten as in pity for my pain , Are they gems , or only dew - drops ? can they , will they long remain ... tear . " FROM THE SAME . " WHO the silent man can prize , If a fool he be or wise ? Yet , though lonely seem the wood ...
... tears that glisten as in pity for my pain , Are they gems , or only dew - drops ? can they , will they long remain ... tear . " FROM THE SAME . " WHO the silent man can prize , If a fool he be or wise ? Yet , though lonely seem the wood ...
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... tears for ever , and in vain ? Return , return , and in thy heart engraven keep my lore ; The lesser wealth , the lighter load , -small blame betides the poor . " NOTES . Note 1 , page 38 , col . 2 . Siwah . Oasis . Sennaar . - Meroe ...
... tears for ever , and in vain ? Return , return , and in thy heart engraven keep my lore ; The lesser wealth , the lighter load , -small blame betides the poor . " NOTES . Note 1 , page 38 , col . 2 . Siwah . Oasis . Sennaar . - Meroe ...
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16 ÆäÀÌÁö - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save: Like Him, with pardon on his tongue In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in his train?
278 ÆäÀÌÁö - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea...
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have trodden the winepress alone ; and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury ; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment. For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the year of my redeemed is come.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ! Till o'er our ransom'd nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! SPRING.
305 ÆäÀÌÁö - The stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ; Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there, it is there, my child !
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lo, the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield ! Hark to nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of Heaven. Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy ; ' Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow : God provideth for the morrow. ' Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose : Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.