The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1831 - 470 pages |
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... midst abundance died , Sorest of evils ! died of utter want . Before this Shadow , in the vales of earth , Fools saw another glide , which seemed of more Intrinsic worth . Pleasure her name ; good name , Though ill applied . A thousand ...
... midst abundance died , Sorest of evils ! died of utter want . Before this Shadow , in the vales of earth , Fools saw another glide , which seemed of more Intrinsic worth . Pleasure her name ; good name , Though ill applied . A thousand ...
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... midst want , or riches , or disgrace , Uplifted , calmly sat , and heard the waves Of stormy folly breaking at his feet , An heir of heaven , and walking thitherward , Yet casting back a covetous eye on earth ; Emblem of strength , and ...
... midst want , or riches , or disgrace , Uplifted , calmly sat , and heard the waves Of stormy folly breaking at his feet , An heir of heaven , and walking thitherward , Yet casting back a covetous eye on earth ; Emblem of strength , and ...
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... midst warriors I had stood , And in whose helm was brought - oh ! earned with blood ! - The fresh wave to my lips , when tropic beams Smote on my fevered brow ! -Ay , years had passed , Severing our paths , brave friend ! -and thus we ...
... midst warriors I had stood , And in whose helm was brought - oh ! earned with blood ! - The fresh wave to my lips , when tropic beams Smote on my fevered brow ! -Ay , years had passed , Severing our paths , brave friend ! -and thus we ...
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... midst the shadowing banners of his hall , With his white hair to sit , and deem the name A hundred chiefs had borne , cast down by you to shame ! ( 6 ) XXXIII . And wo for you , ' midst looks and words of love , And gentle hearts and ...
... midst the shadowing banners of his hall , With his white hair to sit , and deem the name A hundred chiefs had borne , cast down by you to shame ! ( 6 ) XXXIII . And wo for you , ' midst looks and words of love , And gentle hearts and ...
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... midst those aisles , through which a thou- sand years Mutely as clouds and reverently had swept ; Not by those shrines , which yet the trace of tears And kneeling votaries on their marble kept ! Ye were too mighty in your pomp of gloom ...
... midst those aisles , through which a thou- sand years Mutely as clouds and reverently had swept ; Not by those shrines , which yet the trace of tears And kneeling votaries on their marble kept ! Ye were too mighty in your pomp of gloom ...
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Page 9 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Page 22 - Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be.
Page 285 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Page 278 - Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season — all are ours, to die!
Page 27 - 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 ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Page 18 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! <#irst Sunbag after %ip|rang.— No.
Page 304 - 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.
Page 18 - His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3.
Page 268 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 7 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.