The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1834 - 470 Seiten |
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... wind , or grasp the fire ! Cast thy vain fetters on the troublous sea ! - But Spain , the brave , the virtuous , shall be free . " NOTES . Note 1 , page 8 , col . 1 . In Dresden's grove the dewy cool I sought . The opening lines of this ...
... wind , or grasp the fire ! Cast thy vain fetters on the troublous sea ! - But Spain , the brave , the virtuous , shall be free . " NOTES . Note 1 , page 8 , col . 1 . In Dresden's grove the dewy cool I sought . The opening lines of this ...
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... wind , Anointed Judge of human - kind ! Can this be Thee who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway ; By power oppressed and mocked by pride ? Oh , God ! is this the crucified ? Go , tyrants ! to the rocks complain ! Go , seek ...
... wind , Anointed Judge of human - kind ! Can this be Thee who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway ; By power oppressed and mocked by pride ? Oh , God ! is this the crucified ? Go , tyrants ! to the rocks complain ! Go , seek ...
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... wind , the whelming flood , That silent at thy mandate stood , How well they knew thy voice divine , Whose works they were , and only thine ! Though now no more on earth we trace Thy footsteps of celestial grace , Obedient to thy word ...
... wind , the whelming flood , That silent at thy mandate stood , How well they knew thy voice divine , Whose works they were , and only thine ! Though now no more on earth we trace Thy footsteps of celestial grace , Obedient to thy word ...
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... wind , By lightning , and hail , and thick darkness at- tended , He uttered on Sinai his laws to mankind . And sweet was the voice of the First - born of heaven , ( Though poor his apparel , though earthly his form , ) Who said to the ...
... wind , By lightning , and hail , and thick darkness at- tended , He uttered on Sinai his laws to mankind . And sweet was the voice of the First - born of heaven , ( Though poor his apparel , though earthly his form , ) Who said to the ...
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... wind . But O ! with thankful hearts confess , Ev'n here there may be happiness ; And HE , the bounteous Sire , has given His peace on earth , his hope of heaven ! LINES WRITTEN TO HIS WIFE , WHILE ON A VISIT TO UPPER INDIA . Ir thou ...
... wind . But O ! with thankful hearts confess , Ev'n here there may be happiness ; And HE , the bounteous Sire , has given His peace on earth , his hope of heaven ! LINES WRITTEN TO HIS WIFE , WHILE ON A VISIT TO UPPER INDIA . Ir thou ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient art thou banners bard beauty beneath blessed blood brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow burning cheek cloud Conradin crown dark dead death deep doth dread dreams dust dwell e'en earth Elmina eternal evermore fair faith falchion fame fear flowers fount gaze gleam gloom glorious glory glow Gonzalez grave grief harp hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour hushed land light lone look Lord lyre METASTASIO midst mighty Montalba Moorish mortal mournful ne'er night Note numbers o'er pale passed Procida proud Provençal Raimond repose rocks rose round scene shade shore shrine Sicily silent sleep slumber smile soft song soul sound Spain spirit stars stood stranger's heart stream sweet swell sword tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb tone Twas unto voice wake wave weep wild wind youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 16 - 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?
Seite 278 - 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...
Seite 17 - 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...
Seite 21 - Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea...
Seite 65 - 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.
Seite 14 - 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.
Seite 26 - 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.
Seite 305 - 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.
Seite 332 - 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 !
Seite 23 - 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.