The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1831 - 470 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 85 筆
第 3 頁
... harp awoke , The cymbal clanged , the deep - voiced spoke ; [ ( 34 ) Ye faithful few , by bold affection led , Who round the Saviour's cross your sorrows shed , Not for his sake your tearful vigils keep ; Weep for your country , for ...
... harp awoke , The cymbal clanged , the deep - voiced spoke ; [ ( 34 ) Ye faithful few , by bold affection led , Who round the Saviour's cross your sorrows shed , Not for his sake your tearful vigils keep ; Weep for your country , for ...
第 5 頁
... 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 ! " NOTES . Note 1 , page 1 , col . 1 . Folds his dank wing ...
... 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 ! " NOTES . Note 1 , page 1 , col . 1 . Folds his dank wing ...
第 28 頁
... harp , and flute , and trumpet's call , Hath sped to Hiero's festival.- Over sheep - clad Sicily Who the righteous sceptre beareth , Every flower of virtue's tree Wove in various wreath he weareth.- But the bud of poesy Is the fairest ...
... harp , and flute , and trumpet's call , Hath sped to Hiero's festival.- Over sheep - clad Sicily Who the righteous sceptre beareth , Every flower of virtue's tree Wove in various wreath he weareth.- But the bud of poesy Is the fairest ...
第 29 頁
... harp obeys , Accordant aye with answering string ; What god , what hero wilt thou praise , What man of godlike prowess sing ? — Lo , Jove himself is Pisa's king ; And Jove's strong son the first to raise The barriers of th ' Olympic ...
... harp obeys , Accordant aye with answering string ; What god , what hero wilt thou praise , What man of godlike prowess sing ? — Lo , Jove himself is Pisa's king ; And Jove's strong son the first to raise The barriers of th ' Olympic ...
第 30 頁
... harp , the poet's song , In fair Olympia crowned ; And where , mid Pythia's olives blue , An equal lot his brother drew : And where his twice - twain coursers flew The isthmus twelve times round.- Such honour , earned by toil and care ...
... harp , the poet's song , In fair Olympia crowned ; And where , mid Pythia's olives blue , An equal lot his brother drew : And where his twice - twain coursers flew The isthmus twelve times round.- Such honour , earned by toil and care ...
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第 9 頁 - 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.
第 22 頁 - 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.
第 285 頁 - 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.
第 278 頁 - 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!
第 27 頁 - 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.
第 18 頁 - 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.
第 304 頁 - 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.
第 18 頁 - His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3.
第 268 頁 - 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.
第 7 頁 - 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.