AsiaHoughton, Mifflin, 1878 |
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... looks of light , But Heaven , whose native air is love . " Alas ! " the solemn vision said , " Thy God is of the shield and spear , To bless the quick and raise the dead , The Saviour - God descended here ! " Ask not the Father to ...
... looks of light , But Heaven , whose native air is love . " Alas ! " the solemn vision said , " Thy God is of the shield and spear , To bless the quick and raise the dead , The Saviour - God descended here ! " Ask not the Father to ...
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... . She drew near , And the disciples rose up from the fount , Moved by her look of woe , and gathered round ; And Mary , for a moment , ere she looked Upon the Saviour , stayed her faltering feet , And 48 POEMS OF PLACES .
... . She drew near , And the disciples rose up from the fount , Moved by her look of woe , and gathered round ; And Mary , for a moment , ere she looked Upon the Saviour , stayed her faltering feet , And 48 POEMS OF PLACES .
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... look upon his agony , - the heart Of a lost world's Redeemer , - overflowed , Touched by a mourner's sorrow ! Jesus wept . Calmed by those pitying tears , and fondly brooding Upon the thought that Christ so loved her brother , Stood ...
... look upon his agony , - the heart Of a lost world's Redeemer , - overflowed , Touched by a mourner's sorrow ! Jesus wept . Calmed by those pitying tears , and fondly brooding Upon the thought that Christ so loved her brother , Stood ...
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... look so near upon her foul deformities . But he , her fears to cease , Sent down the meek - eyed Peace : She , crowned with olive - green , came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere , His ready harbinger , With turtle wing the ...
... look so near upon her foul deformities . But he , her fears to cease , Sent down the meek - eyed Peace : She , crowned with olive - green , came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere , His ready harbinger , With turtle wing the ...
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... Look up ! There comes a deathless ray From Bethlehem and Golgotha . Thou Caaba ! black stone of the waste , At which the feet of half our line Yet stumble . Stand , now , proudly braced Beneath thy crescent's waning shine ! The moon ...
... Look up ! There comes a deathless ray From Bethlehem and Golgotha . Thou Caaba ! black stone of the waste , At which the feet of half our line Yet stumble . Stand , now , proudly braced Beneath thy crescent's waning shine ! The moon ...
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angels Bayard Taylor beams beauty behold beneath Bethlehem and Golgotha blessed bosom bowed breast breath bright brow calm Capernaum Christ dark dead death deep desert dream earth fair fear feet fell flowers gaze glorious glory grace hand hath heard heart heaven Henry Hart Milman Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy Israel Jehoshaphat Jerusalem Jesus John Keble king land Lazarus Lebanon Letitia Elizabeth Landon lift light lips living lonely look Lord Lord Byron Lydia Huntley Sigourney Mary mighty morning mountain mournful murmuring Nathaniel Parker Willis Nicholas Michell night o'er pale peace plain pray prayer prophet rills rise Rizpah rocks rose round sacred Salem Saul Saviour shade shine silent skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star stood sweet Tarshish tears Temple thee thine thou throne tomb towers trembling Tyre unto vale voice wave weep wild wind wings Zarephath
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Página 22 - 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.
Página 22 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 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.
Página 22 - 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 spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Página 16 - See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
Página 54 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
Página 60 - 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!
Página 55 - And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union. At last surrounds their sight, A globe of circular light, That with long beams the shamefaced night arrayed ; The helmed cherubim, And sworded seraphim, Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displayed, Harping in loud and solemn quire, With unexpressive notes to heaven's new-born Heir.
Página 53 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Página 15 - And bid new music charm the unfolding ear; The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting, like the bounding roe. No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear; From every face he wipes off every tear. In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound.
Página 201 - BY Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.