Poetical Works CompleteCarey & Hart, 1838 - 345 pages |
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... lives were a breath of delight ; Leaves whose green pomp knew no withering ; Fountains bright as the skies of our spring ; And songs whose wild and passionate line Suited a soul of romance like mine . My power was but a woman's power ...
... lives were a breath of delight ; Leaves whose green pomp knew no withering ; Fountains bright as the skies of our spring ; And songs whose wild and passionate line Suited a soul of romance like mine . My power was but a woman's power ...
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... lives to find A prize which they may never win : Like those who search for Irem's groves , Which found , they may not ... live again ; And then the beautiful , the grand , The glorious of my native land , In every flower that threw its ...
... lives to find A prize which they may never win : Like those who search for Irem's groves , Which found , they may not ... live again ; And then the beautiful , the grand , The glorious of my native land , In every flower that threw its ...
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... live - apart ! But what are they to that long sigh , That cold and fix'd despair , That weight of wasting agony It must be mine to bear ? Methinks I should not thus repine , If I had but one vow of thine . I could forgive inconstancy To ...
... live - apart ! But what are they to that long sigh , That cold and fix'd despair , That weight of wasting agony It must be mine to bear ? Methinks I should not thus repine , If I had but one vow of thine . I could forgive inconstancy To ...
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... live For the dear life that Love could give . -O , youth may sicken at its bloom , And wealth and fame pray for the tomb ; — But can love bear from love to part , And not cling to that one dear heart ? I shrank away from death , -my ...
... live For the dear life that Love could give . -O , youth may sicken at its bloom , And wealth and fame pray for the tomb ; — But can love bear from love to part , And not cling to that one dear heart ? I shrank away from death , -my ...
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... lives on hope ; they knew not what they said ; Hope is Love's happiness , but not its life ; — How many hearts have nourish'd a vain flame In silence and in secret , though they knew They fed the scorching fire that would consume them ...
... lives on hope ; they knew not what they said ; Hope is Love's happiness , but not its life ; — How many hearts have nourish'd a vain flame In silence and in secret , though they knew They fed the scorching fire that would consume them ...
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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...