The Illustrated Book of Christian Ballads and Other Poems, Band 14Rufus Wilmot Griswold Lindsay & Blakiston, 1844 - 164 Seiten |
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... pride ! " Alas , " he cried , " this morn I was a king ! " So pass'd the noblest heart away that beat beneath the sun , - Thus went the fray on Lutzen's day , and thus the field was won . GEORGE LUNT . OOO 00 000000000 موعة الله X ...
... pride ! " Alas , " he cried , " this morn I was a king ! " So pass'd the noblest heart away that beat beneath the sun , - Thus went the fray on Lutzen's day , and thus the field was won . GEORGE LUNT . OOO 00 000000000 موعة الله X ...
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... pride , They render evil for my good , my patience they deride ; Arise , O King ; and be the proud to righteous ruin driven ! " Forgive ! " an awful answer came , " as thou wouldst be forgiven ! " Seven times , O Lord ! I pardon'd them ...
... pride , They render evil for my good , my patience they deride ; Arise , O King ; and be the proud to righteous ruin driven ! " Forgive ! " an awful answer came , " as thou wouldst be forgiven ! " Seven times , O Lord ! I pardon'd them ...
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... o'er the shouts that shook those towers of pride , When morning tinged the sky , Was heard one loud , wild cry- It was the death - shriek when the guilty died ! THOMAS DALE . Hymn of Praise . SING to the Lord ! let 29.
... o'er the shouts that shook those towers of pride , When morning tinged the sky , Was heard one loud , wild cry- It was the death - shriek when the guilty died ! THOMAS DALE . Hymn of Praise . SING to the Lord ! let 29.
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... pride , Is fed by that deep , inexhaustible tide , Of the land which no mortal may know . There , too , are the lost ! whom we loved on this earth , With whose mem'ries our bosoms yet glow ; Their relics we gave to the place of the dead ...
... pride , Is fed by that deep , inexhaustible tide , Of the land which no mortal may know . There , too , are the lost ! whom we loved on this earth , With whose mem'ries our bosoms yet glow ; Their relics we gave to the place of the dead ...
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... at thy side , Even as a shade , Oblivion treads , And o'er the dreams of human pride His misty shroud for ever spreads ; PASS ON , RELENTLESS WORLD . Where all thine iron. 63 HENRY OF ASTE AND PIERO ZENO PASS ON, RELENTLESS WORLD.
... at thy side , Even as a shade , Oblivion treads , And o'er the dreams of human pride His misty shroud for ever spreads ; PASS ON , RELENTLESS WORLD . Where all thine iron. 63 HENRY OF ASTE AND PIERO ZENO PASS ON, RELENTLESS WORLD.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Andalusia angel Asti BARRY CORNWALL beauty beloved sleep Belshazzar bend beneath BERNARD BARTON blest blood blue swords bosom breath brow chariot child cloud dark dead death deep despair dread dream dust dust to dust dwell earth Edom eternal faith Father fear fierce flame fled FLIGHT INTO EGYPT flowers giveth His beloved gloom glory grave hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy hope hour with Thee Israel Jerusalem king land light Lord Mayenne mercy mighty MILMAN morning mortal may know mother night o'er pale pass'd peace praise prayer pride proud roll'd Saviour scatter'd shade shine Sing Sisera smile solemn song sorrow soul spirit steeds strange bright Star stream sweet sword tears thine THOMAS DALE Thou art thou hast thought throne thunder tis Thou tomb tread voice waves Weep wild wings words wrath youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 71 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Seite 22 - IT is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying ; It is a place where happy saints may weep amid their praying ; Yet let the grief and humbleness as low as silence languish : Earth surely now may give her calm to whom she gave her anguish.
Seite 113 - Pilgrim, burthen'd with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate, There, till Mercy let thee in, Knock and weep and watch and wait. Knock ! — He knows the sinner's cry : Weep ! — He loves the mourner's tears : Watch ! — for saving grace is nigh : Wait, — till heavenly light appears. " Hark ! it is the Bridegroom's voice ; Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest...
Seite 101 - Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy; For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Seite 105 - What do we give to our beloved? A little faith all undisproved, A little dust to overweep, And bitter memories to make The whole earth blasted for our sake : He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Seite 72 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Seite 19 - EARTH to earth, and dust to dust!" Here the evil and the just, Here the youthful and the old, Here the fearful and the bold, Here the matron and the maid, In one silent bed are laid ; Here the vassal and the king, Side by side lie withering; Here the sword and sceptre rust — " Earth to earth, and dust to dust...
Seite 22 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell, and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so broken-hearted...
Seite 66 - Yes: that blessed name imparts Comfort to those, who in the grave have sown The seed, that they had garnered in their hearts, Their bread of life, alas .' no more their own. Into its furrows shall we all be cast, In the sure faith, that we shall rise again At the great harvest, when the Archangel's blast Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain.
Seite 24 - Deserted ! God could separate From His own essence rather : And Adam's sins have swept between The righteous Son and Father — Yea ! once, Immanuel's orphaned cry, His universe hath shaken — It went up single, echoless,