The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1831 - 470 pages |
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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 that ever wept And now beneath them lay the wished - for spot , And ever fell , but not in Mercy's sight . The sacred bower of that renowned bard ; That ancient bard , ancient in days and song ; But in immortal vigour young , and ...
... tears that ever wept And now beneath them lay the wished - for spot , And ever fell , but not in Mercy's sight . The sacred bower of that renowned bard ; That ancient bard , ancient in days and song ; But in immortal vigour young , and ...
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... tears , if it stood out To prominent display , she talked of much , And roared around it with a thousand tongues . As changed the wind her organ , so she changed Perpetually ; and whom she praised to - day , Vexing his ear with ...
... tears , if it stood out To prominent display , she talked of much , And roared around it with a thousand tongues . As changed the wind her organ , so she changed Perpetually ; and whom she praised to - day , Vexing his ear with ...
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... there were day And night , and rising suns and setting suns , And clouds that seemed like chariots of saints , By fiery coursers drawn , as brightly hued Some dreams were useless , moved by turbid Sweet tears 34 THE COURSE OF TIME .
... there were day And night , and rising suns and setting suns , And clouds that seemed like chariots of saints , By fiery coursers drawn , as brightly hued Some dreams were useless , moved by turbid Sweet tears 34 THE COURSE OF TIME .
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... tears ! the awful language , eloquent That comes beyond the moon , beyond the sun- The. Nor small the joy of rest to mortal men , Rest after labour , sleep approaching soft , And wrapping all the weary faculties In sweet repose . Then ...
... tears ! the awful language , eloquent That comes beyond the moon , beyond the sun- The. Nor small the joy of rest to mortal men , Rest after labour , sleep approaching soft , And wrapping all the weary faculties In sweet repose . Then ...
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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.