Poetical Works CompleteCarey & Hart, 1838 - 345 pages |
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... gone . Were dripping wet with foam and blood ; And that the maiden's tresses dark Were heavy with the briny flood ! Wo for the wind ! -wo for the wave ! They sleep the slumber of the grave ! They buried them beneath that tree ; It long ...
... gone . Were dripping wet with foam and blood ; And that the maiden's tresses dark Were heavy with the briny flood ! Wo for the wind ! -wo for the wave ! They sleep the slumber of the grave ! They buried them beneath that tree ; It long ...
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... gone . But the bright moment is all thine own , The one ere thy visible presence is known ; When , like the wind of the south , thy power , Sunning the heavens , swectening the flower , Is felt but not seen . Thou art sweet and calm As ...
... gone . But the bright moment is all thine own , The one ere thy visible presence is known ; When , like the wind of the south , thy power , Sunning the heavens , swectening the flower , Is felt but not seen . Thou art sweet and calm As ...
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... gone The sun of joy is set ; One wish my soul still dwells upon- The wish it could forget . I would forget that look , that tone , My heart hath all too dearly known . But who could ever yet efface From memory love's enduring trace ...
... gone The sun of joy is set ; One wish my soul still dwells upon- The wish it could forget . I would forget that look , that tone , My heart hath all too dearly known . But who could ever yet efface From memory love's enduring trace ...
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... gone , Clings to a straw , and still trusts on . O , more than all ! -methinks that love Should pray that it might ever be Beside the burning shrine which had Its young heart's fond idolatry . O , absence is the night of love ! Lovers ...
... gone , Clings to a straw , and still trusts on . O , more than all ! -methinks that love Should pray that it might ever be Beside the burning shrine which had Its young heart's fond idolatry . O , absence is the night of love ! Lovers ...
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... gone ; Has waken'd all those secret memories , That may be smother'd , but that still will be showers , The notes had roused an answering chord within : - flowers . Love ! gentlest spirit ! I do tell of thee , - Of all thy thousand ...
... gone ; Has waken'd all those secret memories , That may be smother'd , but that still will be showers , The notes had roused an answering chord within : - flowers . Love ! gentlest spirit ! I do tell of thee , - Of all thy thousand ...
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Page 251 - And God heard the voice of the lad; and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar? fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is.
Page 250 - My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name.
Page 250 - And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way. 13 AND when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word : for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.
Page 248 - Ye shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept; and gladness of heart, as when one goeth with a pipe to come into the mountain of the Lord, to the mighty One of Israel.
Page 256 - In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judea, and saying ; Repent ye ; for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.
Page 250 - When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt : and was there until the death of Herod : that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.
Page 252 - Then Judas, which had betrayed him, when he saw that he was condemned, repented himself, and brought again the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, saying ; I have sinned, in that I have betrayed the innocent blood. And they said ; What is that to us ? See thou to that. And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed ; and went and hanged himself.
Page 250 - And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee : blessed art thou among women.
Page 251 - And the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs. And she went, and sat her down over against him a good way off, as it were a bowshot : for she said, Let me not see the death of the child. And she sat over against him, and lift up her voice, and wept.
Page 229 - While daily, some mid those pale bands, Droop, sicken, pine, and die. Good God ! to think upon a child That has no childish days, No careless play, no frolics wild, No words of prayer and praise ! Man from the cradle — 'tis too soon To earn their daily bread, And heap the heat and toil of noon Upon an infant's head. To labour ere their strength be come, Or starve, — is such the doom That makes of many an English home One long and living tomb...