Lyrical, narrative and devotional poemsGeorge Alexander Kohut S. Bacharach, 1913 Paged continuously. CONTENTS.- v.1. Lyrical, narrative and devotional poems.- v.2. Selections from the drama. |
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... brow , of memory , yet , To make it sad , -for memory speaks alone Of hopes that have been buried , and regret Is present sorrow , while it mourns one gone ! - No mark of memory , and no trace of hope , ( The star that looketh over ...
... brow , of memory , yet , To make it sad , -for memory speaks alone Of hopes that have been buried , and regret Is present sorrow , while it mourns one gone ! - No mark of memory , and no trace of hope , ( The star that looketh over ...
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... brow to which God's finger lent The beauty of his angels ; and the eye That - like the stainless mirror where she bent- Revealed to earth a vision of the sky ! Lost Eden ! -Eden , had it held but thee , Of all the flowers that grew amid ...
... brow to which God's finger lent The beauty of his angels ; and the eye That - like the stainless mirror where she bent- Revealed to earth a vision of the sky ! Lost Eden ! -Eden , had it held but thee , Of all the flowers that grew amid ...
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... brow with hate and guile , In God's own image made . At the still twilight hour , When saddest images have power , Musing Eve her fears exprest : - " He loves me not ; no more with fond- ness free His clear eye looks on me ; Dark ...
... brow with hate and guile , In God's own image made . At the still twilight hour , When saddest images have power , Musing Eve her fears exprest : - " He loves me not ; no more with fond- ness free His clear eye looks on me ; Dark ...
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... brow Pressed over eyes that held no lightning now , His locks streamed whiteness on the hurrying air , The unresting soul had worn itself quite bare Of beauteous token , as the outworn might Of oaks slow dying , gaunt in summer's light ...
... brow Pressed over eyes that held no lightning now , His locks streamed whiteness on the hurrying air , The unresting soul had worn itself quite bare Of beauteous token , as the outworn might Of oaks slow dying , gaunt in summer's light ...
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... brow ; Or ' neath some waving palm - tree sate him down , And in his mantling bosom nursed the pride That mocks the pale destroyer , and doth think To live for ever . What majestic plans , What mighty Babels , what sublime re- solves ...
... brow ; Or ' neath some waving palm - tree sate him down , And in his mantling bosom nursed the pride That mocks the pale destroyer , and doth think To live for ever . What majestic plans , What mighty Babels , what sublime re- solves ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels arms Babylon beauty behold Belshazzar beneath blessed blood breast breath bright brow child cloud cried dark daughter David dead death deep doth dread dwell E'en earth Edom Egypt eyes face fair father fear feet FELICIA HEMANS fell flame foes gate GEORGE WITHER glory God's gold hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy host ISAAC WATTS Israel Jehovah Jerusalem JOHN MILTON Judah King King Solomon land light lips live look Lord LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY mercy mighty Moab Moses mountains mourn NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS night o'er peace Philistine praise prayer pride princes PSALM RICHARD WILTON Rizpah rock rose round Saul Shema Yisrael sing sleep smile song soul spake stars stood strength strong sweet sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast throne thy name trembling unto voice weep wild word wrath Zion
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Página 261 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. 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 wither'd and strown.
Página 115 - I shall see him, but not now: I shall behold him, but not nigh: there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth.
Página 143 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Página 563 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Página 8 - At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the 'first opening bud, and gave ye names ; Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount?
Página 562 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Página 261 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 13 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms...
Página 153 - Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
Página 71 - Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable Name ? Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell : To know it now, resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know.