Poetical Works CompleteCarey & Hart, 1838 - 345 pages |
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... round the lovely scene , Fill'd with those melancholy tears , Which come when all most bright appears , And hold their strange and secret power , Even on pleasure's golden hour . I had been looking on the river , Half - marvelling to ...
... round the lovely scene , Fill'd with those melancholy tears , Which come when all most bright appears , And hold their strange and secret power , Even on pleasure's golden hour . I had been looking on the river , Half - marvelling to ...
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... round it , like a dirge Sung by some savage race . Then came The rush of thunder and of flame : It show'd two forms upon the deck , - One clasp'd around the other's neck , As there she could not dream of fear- In her lover's arms could ...
... round it , like a dirge Sung by some savage race . Then came The rush of thunder and of flame : It show'd two forms upon the deck , - One clasp'd around the other's neck , As there she could not dream of fear- In her lover's arms could ...
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... round , With a sweet and lulling sound , — O'er oranges , like Eastern gold , Half hidden by the dark green fold Of their large leaves ; -o'er hyacinth bells , Where every summer odour dwells , And , nestled in the midst , a pair Of ...
... round , With a sweet and lulling sound , — O'er oranges , like Eastern gold , Half hidden by the dark green fold Of their large leaves ; -o'er hyacinth bells , Where every summer odour dwells , And , nestled in the midst , a pair Of ...
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... round his neck she clung ; Her long black tresses round him flung , - Love chains , which would not let him part ; And he could feel her beating heart , The pulses of her small white hand , The tears she could no more command , The lip ...
... round his neck she clung ; Her long black tresses round him flung , - Love chains , which would not let him part ; And he could feel her beating heart , The pulses of her small white hand , The tears she could no more command , The lip ...
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... round his neck ; then breathed Those passionate complaints that wring A woman's heart , yet never bring Redress . She call'd upon each tree To witness her lone constancy ! She call'd upon the silent boughs , The temple of her JULIAN'S ...
... round his neck ; then breathed Those passionate complaints that wring A woman's heart , yet never bring Redress . She call'd upon each tree To witness her lone constancy ! She call'd upon the silent boughs , The temple of her JULIAN'S ...
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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...