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... feet went forth on the myrtled hills , And the flowers their welcome shed ; The meads of milk - white asphodel They knew the Poet's tread , And far and wide , in a scarlet tide , The poppy's bonfire spread . And , half in shade and half ...
... feet went forth on the myrtled hills , And the flowers their welcome shed ; The meads of milk - white asphodel They knew the Poet's tread , And far and wide , in a scarlet tide , The poppy's bonfire spread . And , half in shade and half ...
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... the saving message came , Believers meet together here , And hold these precincts very dear . The floor is spread with matting neat , Unstained by touch of shodden feet , A decent and delightful seat ! Where , after due 10 POEMS OF PLACES .
... the saving message came , Believers meet together here , And hold these precincts very dear . The floor is spread with matting neat , Unstained by touch of shodden feet , A decent and delightful seat ! Where , after due 10 POEMS OF PLACES .
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... feet should stain the floor With dirt and dust from out the door , ' Tis well that custom should protect The place with prudence circumspect , And let no unbeliever pass The threshold of the faithful mass ; That as each Muslim his ...
... feet should stain the floor With dirt and dust from out the door , ' Tis well that custom should protect The place with prudence circumspect , And let no unbeliever pass The threshold of the faithful mass ; That as each Muslim his ...
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... feet ; But my heart will live on forever , That here in sadness beat . Gladly to Allah's dwelling Yonder would I take flight ; There will the darkness vanish , There will my eyes have sight . Siegfried August Mahlmann . Tr . H. W. ...
... feet ; But my heart will live on forever , That here in sadness beat . Gladly to Allah's dwelling Yonder would I take flight ; There will the darkness vanish , There will my eyes have sight . Siegfried August Mahlmann . Tr . H. W. ...
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... feet , Which , fourteen hundred years ago , were nail'd , For our advantage , on the bitter cross . THE MESSIAH . William Shakespeare . YE nymphs of Solyma ! begin the song : To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong . The mossy ...
... feet , Which , fourteen hundred years ago , were nail'd , For our advantage , on the bitter cross . THE MESSIAH . William Shakespeare . YE nymphs of Solyma ! begin the song : To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong . The mossy ...
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angels Bayard Taylor beams beauty behold beneath Bethlehem and Golgotha blessed bosom bowed breast breath bright brow calm Capernaum Christ dark dead death deep desert dream earth fair fear feet fell flowers gaze glorious glory grace hand hath heard heart heaven Henry Hart Milman Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy Israel Jehoshaphat Jerusalem Jesus John Keble king land Lazarus Lebanon Letitia Elizabeth Landon lift light lips living lonely look Lord Lord Byron Lydia Huntley Sigourney Mary mighty morning mountain mournful murmuring Nathaniel Parker Willis Nicholas Michell night o'er pale peace plain pray prayer prophet rills rise Rizpah rocks rose round sacred Salem Saul Saviour shade shine silent skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star stood sweet Tarshish tears Temple thee thine thou throne tomb towers trembling Tyre unto vale voice wave weep wild wind wings Zarephath
Popular passages
Page 22 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 22 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 22 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Page 16 - See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
Page 54 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
Page 60 - 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!
Page 55 - And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union. At last surrounds their sight, A globe of circular light, That with long beams the shamefaced night arrayed ; The helmed cherubim, And sworded seraphim, Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displayed, Harping in loud and solemn quire, With unexpressive notes to heaven's new-born Heir.
Page 53 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Page 15 - And bid new music charm the unfolding ear; The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting, like the bounding roe. No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear; From every face he wipes off every tear. In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound.
Page 201 - BY Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.