PoemsC. and E.B. Gill, 1830 - 192 pàgines |
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Pàgina viii
... Praise , for yet one more name , with power en- dowed , To cheer and guide us onward as we press , Yet one more image on the heart bestowed , To dwell there - beautiful in holiness ! Thine , Heber , thine , whose memory from the dead ...
... Praise , for yet one more name , with power en- dowed , To cheer and guide us onward as we press , Yet one more image on the heart bestowed , To dwell there - beautiful in holiness ! Thine , Heber , thine , whose memory from the dead ...
Pàgina 14
... praise , amid surrounding gloom , As the lone lamp that trembles in the tomb : For few the souls that spurn a tyrant's chain , And small the bounds of freedom's scanty reign . As the poor outcast on the cheerless wild , Arabia's parent ...
... praise , amid surrounding gloom , As the lone lamp that trembles in the tomb : For few the souls that spurn a tyrant's chain , And small the bounds of freedom's scanty reign . As the poor outcast on the cheerless wild , Arabia's parent ...
Pàgina 17
... praise , his power , -eternal , infinite ? — Awe - struck I cease ; nor bid my strains aspire , Or serve his altar with unhallowed fire . Such were the cares that watched o'er Israel's fate , And such the glories of their infant state ...
... praise , his power , -eternal , infinite ? — Awe - struck I cease ; nor bid my strains aspire , Or serve his altar with unhallowed fire . Such were the cares that watched o'er Israel's fate , And such the glories of their infant state ...
Pàgina 18
... praise , Still sound Arabia's legendary lays ; And thus their fabling bards delight to tell How lovely were thy tents , O Israel . For thee his ivory load behemoth bore , And far Sofala teemed with golden ore ; Thine all the arts that ...
... praise , Still sound Arabia's legendary lays ; And thus their fabling bards delight to tell How lovely were thy tents , O Israel . For thee his ivory load behemoth bore , And far Sofala teemed with golden ore ; Thine all the arts that ...
Pàgina 28
... praise . Ten thousand harps attune the mystic song , Ten thousand thousand saints the strain prolong : ' Worthy the Lamb , omnipotent to save , Who died , who lives , triumphant o'er the grave . ' EUROPE : LINES ON THE PRESENT WAR ...
... praise . Ten thousand harps attune the mystic song , Ten thousand thousand saints the strain prolong : ' Worthy the Lamb , omnipotent to save , Who died , who lives , triumphant o'er the grave . ' EUROPE : LINES ON THE PRESENT WAR ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adrastus Alpheus ancient beam beneath blessed blest blood bounteous bower brave breast bright bright promise brow chariot cherub coral strand coursers Cronian crown dare dark dead death Didst dread dwell E'en earth Edom falchion fame fear feeble fiery flame flood flower Freedom's glorious glory gods grave Greece harp hast hath heart hill holy hope Hosanna hour Israel Jesus Jove joy in heaven king Laius Latian light Lord lyre mercy mortal mourn muse nature's night numbers o'er ocean pale Pisa's pomp praise prayer pride proud Psaumis race reign rill saints Saviour Scythian shade shore Sicily song sons sorrow soul spear spirit spread SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY sway sweet swell sword Syracusa tears Thebes thee Theron's thine throne thunder toil tomb tower train tyrant's victory warrior waves weeping wild wing world is grown wreath yonder youth zeal
Passatges populars
Pàgina 89 - They climbed the steep ascent of heaven Through peril, toil, and pain : O God, to us may grace be given To follow in their train.
Pàgina 88 - T^'HE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train?
Pàgina 139 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Pàgina 143 - BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven. 2 Their names are graven on the stone, Their bones are in the clay ; And ere another day is done, Ourselves may be as they.
Pàgina 126 - 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...
Pàgina 112 - Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee, Perfect in power, in love, and...
Pàgina 74 - GOD, that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light, Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night. May Thine angel guards defend us, Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This live-long night.
Pàgina 95 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows, How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose. Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Pàgina 142 - BREAD of the world, in mercy broken, Wine of the soul, in mercy shed, By Whom th.e words of life were spoken, And in Whose death our sins are dead ; 2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed ; And be Thy feast to us the token That by Thy grace our souls are fed.
Pàgina 82 - So, in the last and dreadful day, When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again : Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest ! SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.