The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1831 - 470 pages |
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... tempest rives the hoary stone , The wintry top of giant Lebanon . Fierce , hardy , proud , in conscious freedom bold , Those stormy seats the warrior Druses hold ; ( 10 ) From Norman blood their lofty line they trace , Their lion ...
... tempest rives the hoary stone , The wintry top of giant Lebanon . Fierce , hardy , proud , in conscious freedom bold , Those stormy seats the warrior Druses hold ; ( 10 ) From Norman blood their lofty line they trace , Their lion ...
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... tempest render peace to thee , And the wild - roaring waves a stern security . But hope not thou in Heaven's own strength to ride , Freedom's loved ark , o'er broad oppression's tide ; If virtue leave thee , if thy careless eye Glance ...
... tempest render peace to thee , And the wild - roaring waves a stern security . But hope not thou in Heaven's own strength to ride , Freedom's loved ark , o'er broad oppression's tide ; If virtue leave thee , if thy careless eye Glance ...
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... tempest is streaming , When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming , Nor hope lends a ray the poor seamen to cherish , We fly to our Maker- " Help , Lord ! or we per- ish ! " Oh , Jesus ! once tossed on the breast of the ...
... tempest is streaming , When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming , Nor hope lends a ray the poor seamen to cherish , We fly to our Maker- " Help , Lord ! or we per- ish ! " Oh , Jesus ! once tossed on the breast of the ...
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... tempest - tost ; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not , O Lord ! thy guests away ! THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY . THERE was joy in heaven ! There was joy in heaven ! When this goodly world to frame The Lord of might and mercy came ...
... tempest - tost ; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not , O Lord ! thy guests away ! THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY . THERE was joy in heaven ! There was joy in heaven ! When this goodly world to frame The Lord of might and mercy came ...
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... tempest's moan , Thy sisters heaved the anxious sigh ? Or , in the darkest hour of dread , Mid war's wild din , and ocean's swell , Hast mourned a hero brother dead , And did that brother love thee well ? - Then pity those whose sorrows ...
... tempest's moan , Thy sisters heaved the anxious sigh ? Or , in the darkest hour of dread , Mid war's wild din , and ocean's swell , Hast mourned a hero brother dead , And did that brother love thee well ? - Then pity those whose sorrows ...
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Page 9 - 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.
Page 22 - Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be.
Page 285 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Page 278 - Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season — all are ours, to die!
Page 27 - 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 ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Page 18 - 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 ! <#irst Sunbag after %ip|rang.— No.
Page 304 - 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.
Page 18 - His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3.
Page 268 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 7 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.