Oxford English Prize Poems

D.A. Talboys, 1828 - 191 Seiten

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Seite 65 - 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.
Seite 64 - And I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increase of the field, that ye shall receive no more reproach of famine among the heathen.
Seite 66 - Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones : Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you and ye shall live, and I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live, and ye shall know that I am the Lord.
Seite 55 - And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worshipped, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever.
Seite 51 - While Israel's sons, by scorpion curses driven, Outcasts of earth, and reprobate of heaven, Through the wide world in friendless exile stray, Remorse and shame sole comrades of their way, With dumb despair their country's wrongs behold, And, dead to glory, only burn for gold.
Seite 47 - Yet, might your aid this anxious breast inspire With one faint spark of Milton's seraph fire, Then should my Muse ascend with bolder flight, And wave her eagle-plumes exulting in the light.
Seite 182 - Vox quoque per lucos vulgo exaudita silentes Ingens ; et simulacra modis pallentia miris Visa sub obscurum noctis ; pecudesque locutae, Infandum ! sistunt amnes, terraeque dehiscunt, Et maestum illacrimat templis ebur, aeraque sudant.
Seite 55 - No workman steel, no ponderous axes rung ! Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung.
Seite 57 - Ye hovering ghosts, that throng the starless air, Why shakes the earth ? why fades the light ? declare ! Are those his limbs, with ruthless scourges torn ? His brows, all bleeding with the twisted thorn ? His the pale form, the meek forgiving eye Rais'd from the cross in patient agony .' — Be dark, thou sun, — thou noonday night arise, And hide, oh hide the dreadful sacrifice ! Ye faithful few, by bold affection led, Who round the Saviour's cross your sorrows shed, Not for his sake your tearful...
Seite 64 - Salem, thou shalt rise : thy Father's aid Shall heal the wound his chastening hand has made; Shall judge the proud oppressor's ruthless sway, And burst his brazen bonds, and cast his cords away. Then on your tops shall deathless verdure spring ; Break forth, ye mountains, and, ye valleys, sing ! No more your thirsty rocks shall frown forlorn, The unbeliever's jest, the heathen's scorn ; The sultry sands shall tenfold harvests yield, And a new Eden deck the thorny field.

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