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... thou canst not thy mental vision fold . Into thy heart has smiled that seraph gaze Where soothing Pity veiled the Godhead's blaze . Eternal majesty that brow array'd ; Eternal love that melting lip display'd ; And like sweet music which ...
... thou canst not thy mental vision fold . Into thy heart has smiled that seraph gaze Where soothing Pity veiled the Godhead's blaze . Eternal majesty that brow array'd ; Eternal love that melting lip display'd ; And like sweet music which ...
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... thou for ? art thou fit to look on these ladies ? ' " Your Highness's pleasure touching the head , ' said the man . " Out with thee , dog ! ' answered Richard- a Christian burial ! ' The man disappeared , after casting a look upon the ...
... thou for ? art thou fit to look on these ladies ? ' " Your Highness's pleasure touching the head , ' said the man . " Out with thee , dog ! ' answered Richard- a Christian burial ! ' The man disappeared , after casting a look upon the ...
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... thou small insect faery , In what sky or cloudy tower Hast thou built thy lone love - bower ? Higher than the eagle's aery In his rock beyond the pines ? Higher than Arcturus shines ? — Or , -art thou some messenger Wander'd from thy ...
... thou small insect faery , In what sky or cloudy tower Hast thou built thy lone love - bower ? Higher than the eagle's aery In his rock beyond the pines ? Higher than Arcturus shines ? — Or , -art thou some messenger Wander'd from thy ...
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... Thou will'st them all ! C. L. THE FAMILY JOURNAL . - NO . VIII . Swift's Mean and Great Figures . THE perusal of Apsley Honeycomb's records of Pope and the other celebrated men of that time , has made me look through their works again ...
... Thou will'st them all ! C. L. THE FAMILY JOURNAL . - NO . VIII . Swift's Mean and Great Figures . THE perusal of Apsley Honeycomb's records of Pope and the other celebrated men of that time , has made me look through their works again ...
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... thou voice ! And I would thy warning were but for me , That my spirit might rejoice ! But thou art sent For the sad Earth's young and fair , For the graceful heads that have not bent To the wintry hand of Care ! They hear the wind's low ...
... thou voice ! And I would thy warning were but for me , That my spirit might rejoice ! But thou art sent For the sad Earth's young and fair , For the graceful heads that have not bent To the wintry hand of Care ! They hear the wind's low ...
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Seite 418 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Seite 445 - The voice, the glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay! " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Seite 548 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Seite 298 - Its roof star-pictured Nature's ceiling, Where trancing the rapt spirit's feeling, And God himself to man revealing, The harmonious spheres Make music, though unheard their pealing By mortal ears. Fair stars ! are not your beings pure ? Can sin, can death your worlds obscure ? Else why so swell the thoughts at your Aspect above ? Ye must be Heavens that make us sure Of heavenly love ! And in your harmony sublime ' I 'read the doom of distant time ; That man's regenerate soul from crime Shall yet...
Seite 548 - ... where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain; He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain.
Seite 192 - We have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins." He passed into the heavens ; and being the brightness of the glory of God, " and the express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high ;" and ever liveth to make intercession for us.
Seite 557 - And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Seite 356 - Some trust in chariots, and some in horses : but we will remember the name of the LORD our God. . 8 They are brought down and fallen : but we are risen, and stand upright.
Seite 444 - A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took, — What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook? That hand was cold — a frozen thing — it dropped from his like lead: He looked up to the face above — the face was of the dead!
Seite 154 - Peut-on s'ennuyer en des lieux Honorés par les pas , éclairés par les yeux D'une aimable et vive princesse , A pied blanc et mignon , à brune et longue tresse? ::Nez troussé , c'est un charme encor selon mon sens , C'en est même un des plus puissants. Pour moi , le temps d'aimer est passé , je l'avoue...